I probably think this song is about me
When I was getting ready to move, people were like, oh, that's sad, we're going to miss you, and I was like, nah, I'll be back all the time. And they were like, yeah, yeah, whatever, everyone says that, and I was like, no, you don't understand ... I cannot HANDLE finding a new hairdresser. I WILL be back.
So. Guess where I am right now. Ha ha ha ha.
I flew in this morning (I went to bed at 4:30 and got up at 6!!! The lengths I go to to get rid of split ends!!!). I'm hanging out with my friends, getting my hair cut tomorrow and then flying back early Friday in time for work. My coworkers think I am absolutely certifiable, but in my defense, I DID have an airline credit I had to use and I DO want to see everyone, so it's not TOTALLY totally crazy. Just a little crazy. And I'm sorry, but moving and getting settled and making new friends and learning a new job is emotionally taxing enough, I can't throw a bad haircut in there on top of it. How much emotional trauma and upheaval do you expect one girl to handle???
Go ahead, make fun of me, I don't care. But listen, I had permed hair in middle school. I had horrible teased bangs. I had hair dye attempts gone terribly wrong in college. I have had a LIFETIME of bad hair. It's time to end the cycle, even if that means getting on a plane on an hour's sleep to get my hair cut by the girl it took me three, yes, THREE YEARS to find after I moved here.
(The big question is what I'll do two months from now when I DON'T have an airline credit. It'll be like Sophie's Choice. Swishy's Choice, today on the Lifetime Movie Network!)
Almost as exciting, guess where I am RIGHT THIS SECOND. That's right, my coffee shop, and it's like I never left. My booth was here waiting for me, the great CDs that were playing two months ago are still playing and the chocolate chip cookies taste exactly the same.
Ahhhhhhhhhh. All I need is the CIA agent.