the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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2:18 p.m. + 2003-08-12 = pt. 2 8.12.2003
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pt. 2 "scenes from ja'nel"
the hair has been cut. and maybe it's this "appreciate the small things of your current location" but i adore the small town beauty shop that tries to be more than it is....
the old lady owner, sharon... artificially blond, thin as a rake,raspy smoker voice, california-tan, crevice-wrinkles.
the nauvice "stylist"...
hint of mexican accent mingling with her overpronounced minnesOHtan o's (oh my god, it sounds absolutely beautiful... i need to hear it more and learn it.) her anxiety with her four o'clock appointment... "i don't feel comfortable straightening that type [african-american/black] hair... i've never done it before and i don't want her to hate me if i screw up."
the classic butch-ish farmer's wife working the till...
"hey matt, your mom has an appointment at 2..."
"yeah... i was wonde... WE were wondering if she could just pay for mine and hers as one big lu..."
"OH HEAVENS YES! of course."
so i'm sorry Edina of Mia & Maxx... i won't be requiring your styling anymore. i am and will always be a haircut boy.
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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