Should Have Guessed Something Was Up When My Hair Stylist Laughed Maniacally While Stirring the *Potion*
The conversation I thought I had with Rico*.
Him: So what's on tap for today, Kate?
Me: I'm in the mood for something that will not only cover up those stubborn greys but create a youthful glow so that strangers will never suspect I'm wearing support hose under this corset.
Him: How about Magnificent Morning #426? Redken. Golden brown with a hint of amber. You'll glow like a ray of sunshine.
Me: Let's do this.
The conversation I must've had instead.
Him: So what's on tap for today, Kate? (As he drinks several shots of whiskey.)
Me: Something that will not only cover up those stubborn greys but turn me into the Maiden from Macabe.
Him: Elvira #426. Redken. Your students will think you're the undead. Coordinates perfectly with your pale skin.
Me: Let's do this.
Cause apparently Goth is back.
Does anyone know where I can trade support hose for fishnets?
Just wonderin'.
posted by kate @ 9:37 AM
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13 Comments:
i like these kind of stories.
"Let's do the TimeWarp again!"
Frankly, I'm a little more concerned that it looks like someone knocked half of your teeth out than the hair color. Please tell me that's a baret...beret...hair-clipper-backer thingy.
Or possibly a grasshopper. A grasshopper would be weirder, but I understand that they're a food staple in some parts of the world and I don't see why one of those parts couldn't be Colorado Springs.
I'm with quaker. That stuff about your teeth and the add for Christian Singles in YOUR city disturb me more than your hair (which is disturbing unto itself)
OMG, Make him fix it!!!!!
Ummm, you wanna blow me? That's *my hair* in front of my teeth, goofballs.
Jeez...I can't always look hot.
"It's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insaaaane."
I don't see one hint of auburn.
He's fired!
Or maybe the highlights only come out on sunny days?
Blow you? With that hair color? Girl, please.
Besides, I think we all know that there is a disconnect between the curtains and the rug at this point and that is always HIGHLY distracting.
I mean, I get that it's a huge annoyance to dye south of the border on both guys and gals, but it always just makes me wonder, "Were you not expecting someone to be down here and, if not, then what am I missing and should I be down here?" And really, trepidation is the last thing you want to be feeling when you're about to go spelunking in the cavern of love.
Or harboring The Good Ship Eros and all its sea men. Whatever floats your boat, so to speak.
A Brazilian wax takes care of all your issues in one rip.
Or two. Or three.
Maybe I'm the only person in the world who feels this, but having nothing going on down there makes me vaguely uncomfortable in a "I know this is worlds different from pedophilia, but I still feel dirty" sort of way.
There's good dirty and bad dirty QJ, so I guess it's just a matter of perspective.
QJ - not to get graphic, but leaving a little landing strip makes the whole enterprise much more enjoyable.
Hey! That's a good word for it: The Enterprise.
Sort of like:
To (Not quite)Baldly Go Where No(or some or many) Man Has Gone Before?
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