Note To Self 22:

Note to Self 22

Hopefully you will get to relax on your girls weekend trip to A.C., because your plan of spending an hour at the salon relaxing and getting your haircut backfired big time.

I know you thought it would be nice to get your hair washed, cut and styled. You should have known! Remember that time you went to dinner and got a massage with A? After a lovely dinner, it was spa time, and the masseuse you ended up with was a complete lunatic. All she did was bitch and complain:

        "My boyfriend beats me"

         "I can't afford to pay my bills"

         "My carpal tunnel syndrome is starting up again"

         "My baby daddy won't pay his child support"

And on and on and on and on it went. When you left there, you were so stressed out and tense, you actually looked WORSE than when you went in. What a fucking nightmare.

Anyway, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise to you when you went to the hair salon, and the bitch doing your hair was completely insane. Because every time you decide to do something for yourself, it always backfires in your face. You desperately need this:

After the crazy bitch tried to convince you to sell your hair for extensions, she then went on to explain that she had a 9 year old step son who she "didn't want" and was sending back to the Dominican Republic to go live with his mother who is a "disgusting, horrible person".  (I know, I know, this doesn't seem so bad. I mean maybe the kid is really evil right? Maybe he's the next Jeffrey Dahmer or something But NO. Apparently the kid is really sweet, and good. She just doesn't want him.  She said she has her own two kids and gets annoyed that she has to spend money on the step kid).

So much for relaxation. Goodbye inner peace, hello depression!

Go buy the t-shirt and stick to drinking jugs of wine to calm you down.  At least if you are drinking alone, your only problem will be that there is nothing to watch on TV*. 
 *Thanks Cablevision.