Yet another Saturday

So this Saturday had the potential of being a productive day and I messed it up...I finally got my room looking like someone with a coherent thought inhabits it and I got my hair done...that is another bog post. Yesterday was a REALLY BAD day for me...I cried like 3 times in the span of 8 hours and thought that my parents where out to screw me good. I was in such terrible disarray over my finances; it felt like I was going to be a slave to a mundane job forever. I had such a bad headache yesterday from all the crying and I looked even worse than usual for me, which is a true decrease in altitude. Anyway, my dad offered to look at my finances and he came up with a manageable budget for me...I just need to stick to it...I can't believe how ballistic I was going over the whole money thing...lemme take that back...I can imagine...I can't imagine why I couldn't figure it out my self...I guess I was all in a tizzy and was blinded by my situation...Thank God for Baba!!! Anyway I went to the salon today because my mom was tired of waking up and seeing that the mess that was perpetrating as “a natural style” on my head. What it really was was a hairstyle that encompassed the yeah-I-didn’t-comb-my-hair-yes-I-know-it-looks-nothing-like-maxwell-I’m-sexy-wit-it! Merged with bump-combing-this-mess. I will leave your imagination to figure out how much of a hot mess it really was. (I promise you that it looks nothing like you imagined i.e. 10x worse, especially with the random fly in orbit).
Anyhoo, so I walked into the salon and was mean mugged by a pair of evil-permed-hair-fashionistas!! UGH!! All I could think of is “I know you not looking at me like that, I actually COMBED my hair this morning!!!” I had the pleasure of one of them washing my hair…I won’t lie, my hair was FLITHY!!! I am sure this was evident because chickadee surely scrubbed A LOT harder come the second time around. Sadly, I got perverse pleasure from her having to stick her hands in the mess that was my hair!!! Hehehe I happened to look at her while she was washing my hair and I noticed SHE HAD A MUSTACHE!!! All’s I gots to say is that you don’t throw stones from a glass house….I felt better after seeing the mustache, and brown boots with black outfit…She seemed a little less higher on her podium of perfection….
I digress, so I forgot that to go 2 a black hair salon on a Saturday means death to any semblance of productivity, plans, etc. I entered that salon at 10:50am and did not leave until 3:15pm…Lord have Mercy!!!
But I did look cute!!! So I guess the migraine and the loss of 5 hours of my life was worth it!!!