Off with my hair!

errrr...something like that. In the midst of my cruddy day I looked at myself in the mirror, was sufficiently frightened, and decided to call this hot salon near my apartment for an appointment. Turns out they can fit me in tonight. Tonight. I have never gone into a hair appointment, let alone one at a new salon, blindly. I am normally the annoying chick who brings pictures of the cut she wants from every angle and asks the stylist to show me where she's cutting before the scissors even so much as graze my scalp so I know just what's being taken off and from where.

Not tonight though. I am going with a general idea of what I want done, asking their opinion, and seeing how it ends up. It's just hair, right?

Stay tuned.