And it drives me crazy when my hairdresser pulls out the blowdryer and insists upon blow-drying my hair and playing with it for another 20 minutes after she has finished cutting it. I just have to wet it and start all over again when I get home because it has turned into a giant fro with weirdly straightened bangs plastered onto my forehead.
Today I stopped her as she picked up the blowdryer and insisted she let me go home with wet hair. I saved myself a good hour.
However, despite her odd hairdresserisms, when that woman gives my head and the back of my neck a deep massage for 10 minutes as she is putting conditioner into my hair, I fall head over heels in love with her.
Does that make me a hypocrite?
Here's this Friday's random playlist, dedicated to the freak in all of us:
Underdogs - Manic Street Preachers
Sweet and tender hooligan - the Smiths
Eleanor put your boots on - Franz Ferdinand
Sub-domestic - the Constantines
Sympathy for teen spirit - DJ Moule mashup
Living in the future - John Prine
Luno - Bloc Party
The reasons - the Weakerthans
Barbed wire love - Stiff Little Fingers
Oh, MJ! - the Little Ones
Get out there and strut your crazy stuff this weekend, you gorgeous freaks. Don't make me come over there and massage your head.