Leaving my umbrella in the car and getting rained on so the curl didn't even last the time it took to walk from my car to my office: Priceless
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ohhhh. sad that's why I don't really bother with curly. doesn't hold. no matter how much hair spray with a TON of moose I can get a wave - but then its crispy all day. gross
Sometimes late at night I break into song. And in recognition of that whole it's - really - too - late - for - anyone - to - expect - me - to - be - rational thing, I typically preface my musical rendition with, "That reminds me of a song...and it goes a little something like this."
And so, when the mood strikes me, or the hour is late enough ;) , here is where I'll break into the silly songs of my childhood, the pseudo-intellectual ramblings of my grad student-hood, the haphazard mutterings of my single-hood, the philosophical musings of my female-hood, the inspirational babblings of my human-hood, the frazzled sputterings of my junior high French teacher-hood.
So world, this is me. These are my thoughts, this is my life. And it goes a little something like this...
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ohhhh. sad
that's why I don't really bother with curly. doesn't hold. no matter how much hair spray
with a TON of moose I can get a wave - but then its crispy all day. gross
so I hear ya.
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