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The Hairdresser

It's fucking hard finding a good hairdresser. Can we say an "Amen" to that? In San Francisco, I found Theresa @ Cinta and she understood my curls and my hair always looked fabulous. After Theresa gave me a a haircut (it was more than a haircut, it was an experience), I was blown away by complete love for my curlicious locks. In LA I found Kelcey. Fug Kelcey. Kelcey is in rehab or some crap for her heroine addiction. So I ventured out to a *new* hair salon that had rave reviews and Fernando cut my locks. My hair is so blah. I wanted bangs. I didn't get bangs. Instead what I got was Fernando's advice on how to stay LA skinny:
  • Breakfast = protein shake
  • Lunch = veggies and low carb
  • Dinner = protein shake
So no fabulous haircut. Instead I got advice on how to become a waif.

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Posted by Oni on Monday, September 10, 2007 at September 10, 2007 |

Dude, try Connie in San Marino at Starr House. She's wonderful.

Posted by Anonymous roonie | September 12, 2007 at 9:21 AM  

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