Take your sorry and shove it

"Sorry" is a completely worthless word. Besides paying lip service, saying "I'm sorry" does nothing. It can't repair a broken ego, it cannot heal a lost trust, it cannot restore physical decency and it cannot fix an unbearably hideous highlighting job.

I was fascinated as he delicately covered my hair in cold foil after brushing bleach on thin layers. I was amused as he stuck me in the corner propping my head under a globe-like hair heater. I was worried when he didn't come back after ten minutes like he promised....

The bastard said, "I'm sorry" as he washed my hair in his little sink.

Moral of the story: never let a man whose head is tinted a bright blue highlight your hair.....

Now I'm off in search of:

-A brown paper bag
-An "office-place appropriate" hat
-A head shaver (I could say I donated to "locks of love" then people would "ahhh" instead of "ugh!")
-A plane ticket to India wear I can wear a head scarf everyday
-A time machine so I can erase the thought "what the hell, I'll be spontaneous- it's good for me"

or most likely, a hair salon where they charge you more than 35 dollars and aren't located in a mall across from "Mrs. Field's Cookies" and the "As Seen On TV" store.