2004-01-16
hair appt.
Am leaving work asap for a hair appointment with stylist-god Chris, who had a cancellation because of the foul weather.
It always goes something like this: "So what would you like me to do today?"
"I don't care. Make me pretty."
"You already are pretty."
"I know. I just wanted to hear you say it."
betholindo at 12:19 p.m.