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There are a lot of things I've been wanting to tell you about.
Today I started drinking coffee at 4 pm and I think I'm working up the gusto to tell you.
I'm worn out from doing nothing all day. I wonder how my poor roommate feels when he goes off to work in the morning and comes home to find everything the same - even me.
Anyway, one of those things I've been wanting to talk to you about is my hair. Sheri and I discussed this. (She's an expert on the topic.) Here's the thing. I need a haircut real bad. It's ugly, threatening to take over my face, and shag shag shaggy (and not in a hip way). (I have a bad, unclever habit of using parentheses)
I've been wanting to make an appointment for some time now. First I planned to get it cut before spring break (in March) and then I wanted it cut before graduation and now I just want it cut ASAP. The thing is, I haven't had it cut since September 12 of last year. I sort of feel like a weirdo that the afternoon after my dad died I went and got my hair cut. The girl that cut my hair was aware of the situation and faithfully asked how my dad was doing and I told her he'd died that morning. She was stunned like "What the fuck are you doing here?" and asked me if I wanted to talk about it and I said no and she cut my hair off.
I don't want to turn into some Crystal Gayle freak being taken onto Montel by her concerned friend because she hasn't cut her hair in 13 years but at the moment it's this thing I can hang onto. It's a ribbon around my finger, an X on the calendar.
(And by the way, when I linked the 12th I read all your comments again and they are so kind, thank you.)
The girl that cut my hair that day and for a couple years before has since moved to Florida so now I need a new person and I hate that. I hate this. I'd like to try to make an appointment this week. I'll get a new job and new hair, right?! How fresh!
What do you think I should do?
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This (and this) touched me down deep in my seedy core.
9 comments:
I'd say a trip to Florida is warranted. Hair is too important to trust to strangers.
i know i'm just a lurker - but i really like my gal - don't know if she's close enough for you or not...but she's good - and nice - and irish - and pretty hip...and has been there w/ me through the death of my own dad...
maggie nelson - city looks salon - 75th and Wornall - just down from Waldo Pizza.
I cut my own hair on my backyard patio. Classy, I know.
You guys are either a) funny or b) missed my point entirely. Finding a person to cut my hair is a small part of this battle.
I love the new girl who cuts my hair. If you are interested, I can email you her name and number.
I like parentheses. And I rarely cut my hair. Who can be bothered?
It might actually feel more theraputic to get it cut - like you're ok, you can keep moving. You'll always remember your dad, you don't have to have ass long hair to do that! :)
thanks, erin. i think you're right.
Cutting your hair doesn't mean cutting your memories. Erin IS right.
And while finding a new hair stylist isn't as traumatic as loosing your dad, it's still not very fun.
I once had the opportunity to be the first to cut a girl's hair since she'd had chemo for cancer and lost all her hair. That was a very intense experience for me, the stylist.
If your hair is long enough, you might consider donating it to Locks of Love. Continue the circle.
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