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I can't decide on a hairstyle... Which is unfortunate, considering I'm going to Salinas tomorrow and the only competent hair stylist for miles is in East Salinas. His name is Jorge.
I decided I need something drastic - something that will prevent me from being confused with my Indian supervisor... it's getting to the point where I'm waiting for the train and little old Indian ladies come up to me and start speaking Hindi.
Right now my hair is a cross between a bum and an eggplant. Except for the front, which has been fussed with by a pair of incompetent texturizing scissors.
I decided I need something drastic - something that will prevent me from being confused with my Indian supervisor... it's getting to the point where I'm waiting for the train and little old Indian ladies come up to me and start speaking Hindi.
Right now my hair is a cross between a bum and an eggplant. Except for the front, which has been fussed with by a pair of incompetent texturizing scissors.