the day before halloween last year, my hair got hacked off. i was not thrilled, but i spent the last year growing it out to a long, curly, awesome-if-i-do-say-so-myself length.
i went for a haircut on friday night. here’s how it went:
stylist: your hair is LONG! it was so much shorter when i saw you last.
me: i know! i like it. i want to keep the length… i want to have it long for my wedding.
stylist: me too! we’ll just shape it up a little, add some long layers.
—snip snip snip—
stylist: i took two inches off. the ends were dry. [note: it was closer to 3 inches when flat-ironed. just saying.]
me: you know that’s going to be five inches shorter when it’s curly, right?
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BAH. the shape is nice, as always, but it’s just SO much shorter than we talked about. normally, i can roll with a haircut that i wasn’t expecting, but dear hair stylist, a) don’t you know how curly hair works?, b) why don’t you warn me when you want to take off more than i wanted?, c) i hope it grows out in time for my nuptials, and d) i don’t have the luxury of finding someone who won’t completely fuck up my hair for when i need a shape-up before the wedding. and i’m not about to lose 5 inches (when curly) because, surprise! my ends that looked fine were dry. it’s curly hair! it’s always going to be a little dry!
Categories: beauty
Tagged: beauty, cranky, hair, hair cut, hair stylist, ignore, people, short
this dude is my hero. viva railing against laptop-induced bad posture!
Categories: internets · work
Tagged: computers, headache, internets, laptop, neck, ouch, pain, stand
October 23, 2009 · 1 Comment
explain this to me. i was owed two paychecks + pay for 3 vacation days. i estimated my hourly rate after taxes, and figured out roughly how much i should have gotten. the total amount i was paid was equal to the two paychecks after taxes. so, because my first paycheck was held until now and i was paid more in a lump sum, i’m taxed significantly more?
son of a bitch. i would have called out for the last three days. HR dude said “well, at least you’ll get it back as a refund,” which will hopefully be true, but what a bummer.
fucking taxes.
Categories: life · money · work
Tagged: irs, money, paycheck, taxes, vacation, work
dear grade school friend who friended me on facebook,
i really, really didn’t need to know that you got boned this morning.
xo
me
Categories: gross · internets · life · social
Tagged: crazy, facebook, gross, internets, people, sexy times, TMI
ow. my head.
there’s something wonderful about plowing through a bottle of wine with a friend and chatting for three hours, but the only wonder i have this morning is why i thought that that was a good idea on a wednesday night.
Categories: health
Tagged: booze, drinking, hangover, headache, health, sick, wednesday, weeknight
sweet baby jesus, it burns! i’m looking at you, orbit and altoids.
interesting explanation here, though it’s on yahoo answers, so take that for what it’s worth.
Categories: food · health
Tagged: altoids, burn, cold, gum, mint, orbit, water
rachel zoe, we need to have a talk.
every time i see you wearing a fur vest or talking about how they’re “bananas,” or that they make you “die,” all i can think if is mr. burns singing the seminal simpsons classic, see my vest.
while i’m sure a baboon’s chest vest would be bananas, i don’t think this is quite what you had in mind.
i’m glad we had this talk.
Categories: animals · fashion
Tagged: animals, crazy, fashion, fur, rachel zoe, see my vest, simpsons, ugly, vest
i probably didn’t want to talk to you before you poked me, but i sure as hell don’t now.
Categories: life · social
Tagged: annoying, attention, ignore, people, poke, rude, talk
i’m really quite a nice lady (not that you can tell from this blog). i like being nice to people; it makes them feel good, it makes me feel good. it makes flowers bloom, babies laugh and angel choirs sing. or something. in reality, it probably just prevents overtly expressed attitude from most, with the glaring yet unavoidable exception of NYC drugstore clerks.
i was put in a situation recently that has since forced me to be a raging bitch to a particular group of people on a daily basis, and it does not feel great. my hippie montessori upbringing wants to know: can’t we all just get along?
the upside of it all is that i’ve made some realizations about my personal values and what i want out of life (to work part time and work out the other part of the time), which i don’t spend a ton of time thinking about, because i’m a godless heathen. so there’s that.
Categories: life · social · work
Tagged: bitch, mean, new york, people, personal, rude, values, work
the day before halloween last year, my hair got hacked off. i was not thrilled, but i spent the last year growing it out to a long, curly, awesome-if-i-do-say-so-myself length.
i love being busy. but with a regular task list must come free time.
