want to see the madness that is me staying up after my bedtime? i fly across the city in my minivan, blasting the music because i don't have any kids in the backseat. i have a delicious cocktail and then take a very sharp pair of scissors to a dear friend's head and start chopping. i pretend that i am a hairstylist, and hope that i sort of am by default because i do work in a salon, right? that's got to count for something? we laugh at hair, we laugh at hairy backs, we laugh at cat toys that look like sex toys. we act like silly girls, which is what we both need. we take pictures and laugh because the toilet is clogged. i get carried away and chop into my finger with a very sharp pair of scissors. i get carried away because the sound of the chopping is addictive and mesmerizing. we cut off all my friend's hair by channeling the spirit of the l word, and use pictures for reference. and at the end of the night, i get accosted in the street and get saved by my dear friend blowing her equivalent of a rape whistle- her plaid-pants-butt screaming and whistling for the man to leave me alone.
overall, a perfect night.
and if i do say so myself, it's a pretty hott haircut.
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