Thursday, July 1, 2010
Trust anyone but the hairdresser.
5 years ago when i was still adventurous and insanely funky, i had a head of poodle like permed hair. Ever since then, i decided to be tame and keep long straight hair just in case i resemble that sinister poodle again. Last week, i finally took the courage to perm my hair once again since life is getting too stagnant and stale. When i eventually emerged from the salon with permed hair, the hairdresser told me that i have to do the minimal to maintain the look. It is almost easy, breezy, beautiful hair. She reassured me that i just have to give her a random scrunch before i head out to achieve the effortlessly messy chic look.
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I did exactly what she taught.
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There was no effortlessly chic.
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Instead, there was only intentional crazy.
She slaps at 11:26 PM