Yes, I know...I effed up in choosing to go to a salon to get locks... but it seemed safer somehow. And now I want to put my head in a pot of boiling water on the stove and boil the living daylight out of the stupid wax that still insists on hanging around. Why did the man put so effing much melted shit in, anyway? Arrrgh! I have been pouring hot water on my hair almost every day! I get so envious when I'm in town, because beautiful dreadheads crop up everywhere, and here I am with my skanky, stiff hair wishing I was invisible. Sorry about the rant. Just had to tell someone.