And I started typing it, but it totally just sounds bad when I write it down. The essence of it is this - I am in a small town right now and I went to this really really trashy salon and asked them to do my hair (its the only salon, so it's not like I had a choice), and they cut it all off and totally gave me the Friends hairdo - and not in an ironic way. So now I am rachel except a small town bottle blond version. I don't even really care though, I feel like I can relate to the reruns now.
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