If you follow me on twitter, you know that I tried a new hairdresser this week and that hairdresser? She gave me a mullet.
No really. This is what I wanted:
And yet that is so not what they gave me.
This is what they gave me. I can't believe I'm going to put this picture on the internet. Seriously, I should get some sort of self-esteem achievement award for showing you this.
It's like she looked at the photo I gave her and somehow translated that to mean that I wanted my hair cut like Rachel on Friends circa 1995.
Obviously hairdressers hate me.
