Armed with a large A3 size colour print out of Katie Holmes (and stunted-looking Tom Cruise that I was too lazy to crop out) and determination to cut my fringe, I went to visit my nazi of a hairdresser.
As usual, he looked pained and insisted that hair poking into my eyes was very nice. But I forged on and insisted on the Katie Holmes blunt-cut bangs. For once, I got my way.
My friend D who happened to have made an appointment to cut her hair after mine, came armed with a similar photo of Mrs Cruise. The nazi looked more pained than ever that she, too wanted, that hair cut. He has a thing about not giving us similar cuts, which explains why he tried to psycho me into growing my fringe.
I'm not sure how he convinced my friend, but she ended up with a cut completely unlike the one in the photo.
Luckily I got there first.
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i also wanna look like katie!
but i don't wanna cut what i've been keeping.. bleah!
he's a nazi alrite...he told me he was going to cut somthing SIMILAR to the damn photo!!!! i'm going back to old hairdresser...cheaper and she also does what i tell her.
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