Soo.. I needed a haircut.. yeah.. I was dreading the moment.. That awful moment every few months when I have to go to this small saloon where I pay lots of money to some guy/gal that doesn’t even know where Venezuela is to use sharp instruments on my head.
I cannot begin to explain how much I dread that moment, and it’s not because of their fault entirely, but because I don’t know.. I don’t know how I want my hair, I don’t know how to style it, I don’t know what I can use with my hair, I don’t know how I want it to look like.. I know how I wish it would look like, but let’s better not go there..
So at least this guy used one of those flat plier things that make your hair smoke and make funny noises, and he had the courage and disposition to try something on my hair..
Do I like it .. err.. I don’t know.. I guess not.. I’m my country we call this “pelo planchado”, which means Ironed hair, but well.. I guess most women do this….
Damn.. I have issues.. BIG BAD UGLY ONES !