...If You Can Then My Hair's Too Short

I finally got around to getting that perm I've been talking about. I meant to do it long ago (okay that is a blatant lie) but I just never got around to it. Anyone who know's me well knows I had a hard ass spring and looking good was not high on my list of priorities. Of course, as a lady of refinement, it should have been. But we all have our down times.
So anyway, I get to my hair salon at around two in the afternoon. I had been up writing all night and went to bed at around seven, so I was surprised that I got up at eleven. Took me two hours to getr ready, but ya'll know me. If I need to be somewhere at eight, I need to be up at five. My girl tells me it's going to cost me fifty (50, fifty, five oh, cincuenta) dollars to perm it. I almost slid out of my chair. But then she very politely and professionally explained two things to me. One, my roots were long as hell and it required more relaxer because of the length and two, her rent was steadily gong up so all the hairstyles were costing more. I appreciated the time she took out to calmly explain this to me.
And I must say, my hair looks dope. It's much longer than it was (I'm happy about that, now I can stop saying I have Indian relatives :) ) and it's thicker too. It might be the vitamin's I've been taking (hmm) or the fact that even though I haven't been to the salon, I've been taking pretty good care of it. I wash and condition at least twice a week, brush it, and wear my silk scarf every night. My hair is just so damn thick that the process takes hours (sometimes days) and I'm extremely tender headed to boot.
I told her to pull the rollers out and let it rock, I would flat iron it at home. Which I did. Took me a little under a half an hour if you don't count the times I stopped to rest my arms. I am not a fan of doing my hair, let me tell you that right now. I don't know how chicks spend hours and hours in the bathroom with their arms above their heads. And since I can't see the back of my head, I kept calling mi hermano into the bathroom to tell me if it was straight. He would have been much happier if I had let him play the Gamecube (they don't let me touch this one because I broke the last one, loooong story) but he made sure the back of my head was hooked up. So now I can say my hair is back to shoulder length. It was there last summer but at the salon I used to go to one of the girls chopped off half my head. I'm like hey, Sweeney f*cking Todd, you wanna get a grip back there?
I'm also letting my nails grow out. I'm thinking about silk wrapping them so they won't break. They're pretty long now. I took the acrylic off to let them breathe about six or seven months ago. I never went anywhere without my acrylic tips. I had them on for a good year, my nails were out to here. I was so sick of people asking me "Damn girl how do you wash your ass?" I'd look away like um the same way you do hopefully. Since I don't stink I must be doing a pretty swell job dontcha think? Here wanna see for yourself? Lord I hate stupid people!
Speaking of stupid people, did ya'll hear about old boy shooting both his baby's mamas and them himself to get out of paying child support? Wow man. That seventy-five bucks a month must have really been killing you. Literally.
I have been on Nat King Cole for the better part of this week. (and Aerosmith. And The Who.) I never actually listened to his music before, I don't have any of it laying around the house. So then Batman goes well listen to this song. It was "The Very Thought of You" I think. And "Mona Lisa." My personal favorites are "When Sunny Gets Blue" and "You Call It Madness (But I Call It Love)". And the list goes on. There are so many to choose from that I can't even really say I have one favorite. "Send For Me", another good one. Please, get all the damn girl how old are you! jokes out of your system now. If there was any good rap to listen to, I wouldn't be in the vault digging for Nat King Cole now would I? Cough cough Young Jeezy cough.
My hair won't stay wrapped. I tried three time but I see I'm going to have to stick my head full of bobby pins for it to sit. I sprayed it and that didn't work either. Now my cat is sitting on the edge of the toilet trying to grab the cord everytime it moves while I straighten my ends. I couldn't pay him to move before when he was sitting in my chair but suddenly he's full of energy. Fat ass.