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Ah the saving graces of the hair salon. I don't know about other people, but even better than shopping when your feeling missled - there is nothing like getting your hair done. Maybe its the stylist running her hands through my hair or the bad 80s elevator music. Maybe its just nostalgia.

Its partly routine. Thats the first thing I did when I moved to Albuquerque. "Im new here," I said to myself, "I need a stylist". hehe Now I have a stylist. Simple pleasures in this big bad world.

Well thats it for me for now. Off to explore another day in the Land of Enchantment tommorow.

Just wanted to recompense a bit for my dreary, nay borderline suicidal previous post. Totally subconcious of course