got my hair cut and general life
Question:
Trance909 wrote: >>for a social phobe like me, I avoid getting my hair cut. Well I got brave and >>just walked in their with my son and we both got it cut. I was teasing son >>saying I was getting a mohawk mullet. =) > Most of the time I go, the old Cuban ladies who cute my hair ask me stuff in > Spanish, and I barely have a clue what they are saying. I’m surprised they can > even understand me give them directions on how I want it cut.
I used to be scared of getting haircuts but I am totally over it now. But comunication problems still abound. Out here, my hair is usually cut by cute chinese girls and often they are hard to understand. Once I told one of them how long I wanted it and she said that wouldn’t look good on me as it was too short, so I said do it your way, and she went ahead and cut it even shorter than I wanted it. :-/ -M
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>I’m >> surprised they can even understand me give them directions on how I >> want it cut. >So why not go somewhere else? >P.S. Are you saying these old Cuban ladies are cute? 
Nah – I don’t go elsewhere, because it’s cheap, and they haven’t failed me yet. It doesn’t exactly take a hairstyling prodigy to cut my hair, to be fair. lol
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>Trance909 wrote: >[..] >> Most of the time I go, the old Cuban ladies who cute my hair ask me >> stuff in Spanish, and I barely have a clue what they are saying. I’m >> surprised they can even understand me give them directions on how I >> want it cut. >So why not go somewhere else?
Cuban ladies are probably cheaper. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->P.S. Are you saying these old Cuban ladies are cute?
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>for a social phobe like me, I avoid getting my hair cut. Well I got brave and >just walked in their with my son and we both got it cut. I was teasing son >saying I was getting a mohawk mullet. =)
Most of the time I go, the old Cuban ladies who cute my hair ask me stuff in Spanish, and I barely have a clue what they are saying. I’m surprised they can even understand me give them directions on how I want it cut.
Response:
Trance909 wrote:
[..] > Most of the time I go, the old Cuban ladies who cute my hair ask me > stuff in Spanish, and I barely have a clue what they are saying. I’m > surprised they can even understand me give them directions on how I > want it cut.
So why not go somewhere else? P.S. Are you saying these old Cuban ladies are cute?
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for a social phobe like me, I avoid getting my hair cut. Well I got brave and just walked in their with my son and we both got it cut. I was teasing son saying I was getting a mohawk mullet. =) It went ok and I managed to make small talk with the hair dresser which is something I hace NEVER done before. I think my cognitive/breathing/relaxation stuff may be starting to work! Hubby came home early from work to help get ready for tomorrow but he is drivign me mad although I am not letting myself get worked up over it. He isn’t really doing anything to get ready but just clean the kitchen and a few things. I call this his OCD wheel spinning. He throughly cleaned the kitchen last night after he came home all bent out of shape and we didn’t eat in there so nothing is dirty. He is just wheel spinning. It takes me about 10 minutes to completely clean teh fucking kitchen and it takes him 2 hours! he is so fuckign slow! Yes I am bitching about it. Where else am I going to bitch? alt.ms-pants-life-rants? There I am here putting my lists on hold so they don’t pile up in my mailbox and hubby comes in and asks me what I am doing like I haven’t been doing stuff all day long! I mean damn I hace been doing stuff since 9am! He even tells me he is getting ready for the trip all by himself! Sometimes I wish I could just well I could just… I got my new digital camera storage card and was standign there putting it in the camera and I was concentrating on putting the thing in there and he kept fucking asking me stupid questions. Like do you want this? It was some sample shampoo from a fucking hotel. I said 3 times to him I am doing something. He just kept on bugging me. Then I had to explain to him 5 times how the digital card works. He asked me how long it lasts? If I can erase pictures and if I can use it again. I wanted to just… well just… Why teh helle did I marry an ignoramous? Ok I am getting off here before he starts griping at me again. Wish me luck and a good time on my vacation! See y’all next week!
