The Pink Shoe Diaries

i need to dye my hair but i am embarrassed to go to my salon and see joe. the thing is, i made the mistake of cutting my own bangs and , while properly styled they look pretty fab, when not styled at all they look mullet-esque. and when i go to get my hair dyed he will see it non-styled and probably yell at me. he yelled at me before vicki's wedding when i wouldn't let him cut my hair (hello? you never get your hair cut the day before a big event!) and he yelled at a few months ago when i went for a cut because i hadn't been using the deep conditioner he likes me to use. don't even get me started on what he did when i came back from lebanon with bright blond streaks. let me put it this way, there was alot of chest clutching and finger waving.


i suppose joe and i have sort of an abusive relationship, but truly he is the best. i have the hardest hair to deal with, it's really thick, really curly and it just so happens that i like it to look thin and straight and he is really really good at making this happen. not to mention he doesn't charge me extra for flat-ironing, like those beasts at highlites. i used to go get a blow-out every week but i have cut back to every 2 weeks because irealize that i am not so fancy that i need a weekly blowout.


so i will have to wait for my bangs to grow out some more before i venture into downtown dellaria. unless i grow balls and go as i am now. but i think some of you know where i am coming from. i can stand up to a boss, i can stand up to my mother, but i cannot stand up to my hairdresser.