I use to have polyester hair...at one point in my life. But it was definitely a fashion statement. I have short, black, flippy hair and I had platnium blonde weave put in. It was placed in the back beneath all of my hair. I only had about 2 rows of the stuff. It looked pretty hot because all you saw was a little bit of blonde peeking ou from under my hair. So I use to say that quote all the time "I do not wear polyester hair..." but now I can't say that because I did. I only had it in for about a month. It was hard not being about to scrub your entire head when you shampoo it.
I think getting my hair done is like therapy for me. I have to change my hair every so often to break out of the pack. I don't know if I'm trying to be different or if I just enjoy gossiping with my hair dresser, who by the way is absolutely fabulous. His name is Michael and owns Alcheamy salon in Dallas. So if you're ever in the neighborhood give him a call. Well, back to my therapy...getting my hair done is cheaper than therapy. And I've seen a professional therapist and it kind of sucked because he was cute. So I had to stop seeing him. My hair dresser is cute, but he's gay so I don't have to worry about anything. I wish my hair wasn't black, I would do some crazy shit to it. Although I may be bald because of all the chemicals that I would've eventually destroyed all of my hair and and scalp and would leak into my brain and caused major brain damage. Although I think all the drugs I did in high school and college, a year after college, last week...took care of that already.
Greg's hair last night was by far my favorite . He had it short but minus the blonde anything. It was all brown...probably naturally brown. I'm still not digging the side burns though, although I can't really picture him without them. He changes his hair style more than I do.
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