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I have a secret
I hate going to the salon.
I love hair products. I just spent oodles of money at Lush, most of which was on hair products. I have bottles and bottles and bottles of half-used shampoos and conditioners and gels in boxes because I can’t stop myself from buying the next new thing. But I hate going to the salon.
I hate it so much that I’ve been coloring my hair from a box for the last two years. I haven’t had a haircut in six months. My hair is long — too, too long — and I’m waiting until the last possible moment to make an appointment.
It’s not one place or one person I dislike. In fact, I can never seem to find a place or a person I like so much that I want to go back more than a few times.
I don’t want to make an appointment because I hate dealing with the small talk. I’m not an over-sharer (although I’m open enough to answer most questions when asked) and I’m terrible at striking that appropriate light, chatty tone that everyone seems to have in the salon. Then I end up of focusing on how much comfortable everyone else is, and how uncomfortable I am, and I feel sorta like a loser no matter how awesome my hair looks when I leave.
But, my hair is dangerously encroaching on hippie territory. So an appointment must be made. I guess I need to prep my small talk skills for this weekend. Or learn to cut my own hair.
The new car
Yes, the trusty Buick is gone. Basically, it was not so trusty anymore. In its place: a new Nissan Versa. Compact, great gas mileage, reasonably roomy, and (most importantly) fairly inexpensive for a new ride.
