It is truly amazing that I am excited at the prospects of dead cells sprouting from my scalp at such an alarming rate. I love it. The whole process of deciding to rid myself of hair and its baggage was NOT an India Arie 'I Am Not My Hair' type emancipation story, it was more of a...
"It's a sunny day, I have nothing to do, I really wanna know what my head shape would look like if I shaved all my (nonexistent... seeing as I had been swept away by the Rihanna-esque 'daring' cut and been hacking off bits and pieces of it bit by bit) hair off".
And soooo.... all my hair was gone! Finished... Vanished.... And Nonexistent. Woohoo! I wishhhhh I did more with it when it was that little, like, maybe dye my
Anyways. The hair is growing. And I am happy about it! As opposed to Pharmacy which is one step away from the electric chair. The course should be banned from existing.
I seem to have spoken more than necessary. Yet again. Happy Sunday folks. Remember, Jesus Loves You.