Hairdressers

I was about to start this blog saying that I wasn't talking to anyone on MSN, that I was completely and utterly bored and that I want to kill people.
Well the truth is I am now talking to people, and I am not completely and utterly bored, as I am infact multi-tasking and playing on the Xbox aswell as doing this. So invarably this will take about 5 hours, because I'll forget about this and spend my time shooting aliens instead.
I decided to go and finally get my hair cut yesterday, and was quite annoyed when I walked out looking like more of a berk than when I walked in. It was even more annoying that the person cutting my hair was one of those people that turns around every three seconds to watch the Olympics, so it took me about 40 minutes until I actually got out of there.
I hate hairdressers with a passion, a fiery one. I hate the people cutting my hair. I hate the other people reading Heat magazine. And I hate having to describe how I want my hair.
When I was in there yesterday, I got asked possibly the dumbest question in the world;
"Do you want tea or coffee?"
At first this seems like a reasonable question. This is until you consider the fact that you are in the middle of a haircut, and you are not allowed to turn your head in anyway, therefore making it impossible to drink anything.
I just thought I'd say all that.
Bye.