dragonnyc

i finnally got a reccomendation for a hair cut by a person off of the burningman email list. so i got to her house and she's really fucking hot and she tells me that i should change my color. i really didnt agree with her but she could of told me that it was best to give her my debit card and code and i probably would of given it to her.

she's got an eitire room in her apt that she uses to cut hair out of so i was thinking that she's the real deal. she mixes the color and puts it in and then puts this plastic bag over my head and puts me under this heat lamp. her cell phone rings and i guess its her boy, so she leaves the room and i can hear her crying from the other room. they were fighting forever. she's tottally histerical when she comes back and she turns off the heat lamp takes the bag off of my head and we go out to the kitchen sink and she begins to rinse my hair and it starts to fall off in fucking clumps. i asked her, what the fuck is going on? she's still crying and she cant talk. im fucking pissed, real pissed. she begins to say that she cant do anything right, trying to pull the pity her card. it took every bit of strengh in my body to not kill this bitch. there was nothing else to do but shave my head. so now im fucking bald. i went from not getting my hair cut for at least a year to bald.

this is the worst day ever.