wanna have some fun?
go to the richard scott salon and day spa in mt. kisco ny, and get a haircut.
then, you and your friends and family can get ready to laugh your asses off. you'll have a shitty, poofy, scraggly haircut (like i got). i actually noticed how bad it was after i left the salon, and went back to have it fixed, and it still sucked. even worse.
i'm not going to mention the name of the stylist that cut my hair, but i will say that it's a she, which might be hard to distinguish when you get there, since most of their male stylists have longer locks and more makeup on their face then fabio at a novella cover-shoot. (sans muscles)
what a fuckin joke that place is...it took me a few seconds to calm down after the faux-big-city trauma from the techno beats, cappu-frappa-mocha machines, 6 inch pumps, silicone d-cups and plunging necklines, makeup and stinky perfume, and (this one kills me) the madonna walkie talkies in everyone's ear...the place is 5000 square feet of hot air.
i need to get back to setsuko.