November 21, 2006

Lana's magic continues.

I went into the salon today with a headful of brassy unruly curls and left with straight hair with lustrous platinum highlights. Technically, it was the dye job I went in for, but seeing my hair straight was the real shocker. I didn't think it was even possible for my hair to be straight, but Lana tamed my beastly curls.

Today was a perfect hair day and such a momenteous occasion deserves to have much more written about it, but my mind and words are flowing about as freely as a stopped up sewer. It's the noise, the incessant f'ing noise. Living under someone who has a toddler -and- a newborn is an auditory fate worse than having your ear canal ripped out and being strangled by it. The banging, stomping, and screaming never ends, which makes it difficult to think or form coherent sentences. I swear, one day I'm going to buy a roll of duct tape and take care of the problem once and for all but, until then, I'm going to go admire my straight hair while shaking my fist at the ceiling and screaming profanities at toddlers.

A productive afternoon, indeed.

listening: U2 . reading: --

walk: 0 minutes . weight lost: 0 pounds

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