Call me a f-ing princess, but when I call the hair salon it’s because I am looking really f-ing ugly and my roots have grown out way longer than 2 inches and I would like an appointment NOW NOW NOW. I don’t care if the cut costs 120$ (thank you Sam Wong – I MISS U, and still can’t believe you left NYC for Washington DC) and it takes 1.5 hrs, I just want it.
I’m in SV now and finally got the courage to move on a call a salon (it’s a complement, not bad press) in the SF area (ranked 9.9 on citysearch) and this place makes me wait 3 weeks!!!!!! My appointment is July 5th!? WTF am I going to look like on July 4th!? SH1T, that’s what I’m going to look like. Life is SO HARD. Woe-is-f’n-me… seriously, i’m CRYING.
If I were in NYC, I’d get a cut, color and perm whenever! Me and Jun (please visit Jun’s Salon on the famous Mott street NYC, Chinatown – you will not, i REPEAT NOT REGRET IT. tell her Anya sent u) have been friends for 5+ years and I trust her 110%.
If there is anything I can’t stand is not looking my best when stepping out of the door. I’ve been wearing shorts (and not so flattering ones) and ugly amorphous t-shirts for 4 days straight; noone gives a shit and I wasn’t giving a shit either till the REJECTION of hair-love hit me over the adams-apple this morning – slapping me into the suburbian death trap i’m in right now.
DEATH TRAP!!!!!!!!!!!
Even my realestate agent hates me.
Please the God(s) of Luck shine down on me some because I’m going to the darkside soon!