Time for A Haircut

I hate.... no dread, getting hair cuts. 3 reasons why:

1.) Incompetence

2.) Insecurities
3.) Inconsiderate

INCOMPETENCE: I live in Greeley Colorado which means that I have a hard time finding a place where a stylist actually stays in one damn salon for more than a month. So every time I go get a haircut I have to reexplain how I want it cut. It doesn't help that my last name is Herrera and my skin proves it. Note to women who cut hair; not every mexican likes there hair to be super short and retarded. There is a difference between half an inch off the top vs. half an inch FROM the top.

INSECURITIES: I don't like my hair. Its too coarse and straight. I have never been able to do anything with it without using a crap load of gel. Otherwise it POOFS! I have tried growing it out. Even had dreads once. Alas, I need to keep it short or I look retarded or homeless. Or like a MUTE. (Thats another cruel story) So it sucks if I get a short short haircut cos then I feel even more insecure about my head.

INCONSIDERATE: Okay, you wanna listen to KOSI 101 or TRI 102.5, thats your business. But why would you want to make me have to hear it while I am waiting. Its not so much the Daughtry baloney or the fact that it's followed by Bette freakin Midler. Its the stupid rhetoric in between. Some gigantic, single lady sitting in the radio station eating Twinkie's and drinking a 2 Liter bottle of BIG K's Dr. Thunder, speaking in a sultry, phone sex voice reading things like, 'Jim says he's sorry you walked in on him while he was yanking the hobby horse Brenda. He hopes you can forgive him and lift the restraining order you have on him. This song is for you Brenda....' "Hold on to the night..... Hold on to the memories...... I wish that I could give you more....." ARGGGHHH!