but enough of being depressed! things i like, barbershop edition

[mechers]

I had a haircut yesterday. Goodbye, Ivy my barber (does she call herself a hairdresser? I've never asked.). I was happy that I snagged the last slot on your last day, but I kind of hate that you're leaving, b/c I really liked the way you cut my hair. I admit I didn't like the way you styled it, b/c the spray and the diffuser made it pouffy and ridiculous-looking, but your hands on my head felt so good that I didn't really care. When you washed my hair, it made me want to give that little contented grunt/groan that you hear from a dog when you're petting them and hit the exact right spot and their eyes flicker closed in bliss.* There are few things more pleasureable than being able to relax as a trusted pair of hands works on your head (and few things worse than being jumpy in the chair with a person whom you don't quite trust). Thank you and good luck.

*I swear, there was nothing sexual going on. A good haircut for me is like a good massage, but way cheaper.