I Bolted From There Like A Bat Out Of Hell

Well, I think I've officially lost it.

(I wonder if I did a search on my blog, how often I'd find that phrase?)

I got my hair did today. I actually am embarrassed to tell you how much I spent on the hair, but it has firmly reminded me why I stopped going to salons in the first place. But, I figured, hey I WORK. I get paid ... I deserve to spoil myself a little when it comes to the way I look.

I have a tan (although it's pretty much faded) and thought I'd lighten my hair a bit to match the tan. And seeing as how my hair grows like weeds, I figured I should cut some off as well.

Anyways, why have I officially lost it? Let me tell you ...

I was in the salon for a good three hours. I pretty much closed up the joint. After I paid, I went to the guy who cut my hair to give him his tip. He was in the middle of cutting his friend's hair.

He saw me and smiled and said, "It's good?"

I smiled back and told him how much I loved it. Only it came out sounding like, "Love you!" instead of, "Love it!"

Mortified! MORTIFIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!

I quickly corrected myself, but fucking ran out of there so fast, I don't even know if he responded. Oh, and did I mention that he was cutting his friend's hair? FUCK!

LOVE YOU?! REALLY!!!???

Do I need a boyfriend, or what?