Gurl, I need to get my hair did. Seriously, My 'do is looking quite bushy these days... and that's just unacceptable.
Yesterday, I had a really good hair day. After showering & beating toweling off, I slapped on some hair product, bent over to pick up the brush I just dropped, pulled down the back of my chonies to let loose a fart (yeah, like y'all don't do that too), and then looked in the mirror.
I was pleasantly surprised to see that my hair had fallen perfectly into place. It never fails, I only have good hair on days when I'm either going to work, or staying in for the night.
Driving in to work, I couldn't help but sing Amanda Lepore's anthem: "I don't know much about clothes, but my hair looks fierce"! ....because it did.
Well, Karma is a cruel bitch....and Vanity likes to laugh in your face. I found this out when I popped into the workplace's restroom (upon arriving to Le Workplace) to check my look in the mirror. Somehow, my hair managed to transform itself into a pile of what looked like out-of-control pubic & armpit hair...well, maybe that's a bad image...let's just say that it looked more like a brillo pad. Le sigh.
Supercuts, here I come!