i'm used to hairdressers being impolite to me, making disrespectful comments on how much more care my hair seemingly needs and gazing sniffily at its uncombedness. now i realized that female shoemaker cashiers can be just the same. dude, i'm coming here because my shoes are broken and in a bad state! i'm giving them to you that you repair them and not look at me as if i'm a bad person for not taking better care of my shoes.
next time, i will certainly say: "if you don't wanna repair them, you just need to tell me and i can certainly take them somewhere else!" argh! i'm soo angry! (i had such a nice shoemaker in goettingen, just across the street from my home. one of those guys with dirty hands and apron; the room smelling of shoe shine and leather. and no disdainful horror in the sight of my shoes.)
unfortunately it is disproportionally harder to run away from a hairdresser's chair when it's getting too bad ("look at how nice your hair looks when it is brushed!"). well, i didn't come here for brushing!
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i'm a fan of messy hair.
p.s. your blog is in need of updating. you must be busy. last night i dreamt that i missed your wedding.
i'm taking a class on kant this summer. it starts on tuesday.
I second Michelle's comment!
you made an appearance in my dream last night. we saw each other and we exclaimed "I can't believe we're finally together again!" thinking of you, missing you, etc etc bisous
hahahaha christina this is hilarious
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