hathycol | (no subject)

So, instead of going out I got on the phone and got Stuff What I Need To Do all sorted. Collectormania is booked; car is going in to the garage tomorrow. I also needed to get my hair cut quite desperately, so I phoned up the hairdresser, who informed me they had some free time this afternoon.

I thought about it. The drilling started again. I said yes.

So, I popped in. I wanted a restyle, something shorter, I wasn't sure what. She cut off what feels like most of my hair, which is all well and good. In fact, I really like the length. Unfortunately, however she styled it makes me look as though I'm about to take off. I'm going to go and have a shower and have a play with it for a bit; I am almost sure I can make it look less eighties. There will be pictures when I come back, and also of the mess that the council has made of the path in front of my door. It will hopefully distract from what is currently potentially a disaster atop my head. I'm sure it won't be; hairdressers have a very different sense of what is good for your hair than I do, and this tends to include styling it.

It's days like these I could really do with living with