Before the appointment I looked like I could be one of those nappy hoes on Jerry Springer. You know, the ones who slap, hiss and fight other girls for gettin' and foolin' with their man? (oh no she didn't!!) I haven't watched that show in years (that's a lie) but it seems like the girls on that show always have black regrowth on the top of their head and bright yellow hair on the bottom. All I was missing was a three sizes too small tube top and some Spice Girl boots.
So, back to my appointment. I hate the conversations and gossip you hear in a salon. I had to sit for two solid hours and listen about a girl's boyfriend, named Klay.
Hair Dresser 1: He spells it with a 'K' isn't that just so unique? It just seems so... glamorous!
Customer: My Husband's name is Clay, but he spells it with a 'C'!!!
OMG! OMG! omg overload.
This is what I would look like if I was on Jerry Springer:
This is another lie, I don't have cleavage like that. And that's not a spider on my head, that was my regrowth. Have you ever noticed how bad I exaggerate things?
