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Sept. 19, 2007 - 3:39 p.m. I. Need. A. Haircut. And I cannot hunt down my hairdresser. He's moved from the last two places I'd known of and won't return my cell phone calls. Which really saddens me. I really just loved being able to go in, sit down, and say "Do whatever you like" and he would. I have had some crazy ass haircuts and colors that I would never do on my own, but they all worked and looked good. He didn't even mind my horn. Should I just say F-You and find a new one? I hate descions like this. On the plus side I did find a dollar in the purse I bought at the thrift store!!!! woo hoo!!! 0 comments so far� � |