Half-Awake Thursday

I should be showering, heading to stores.
I should be brushing my teeth, brushing my hair.
(I do both before showering, the latter never after.)
My hair turned out
Just.
Right.
I can’t wait to wash it, and see it dry my way—
Even the best intentions at a salon don’t give the desire effect.
Too much post-washing touching.
Party was grand, I offended no fewer than two mormons.
Bleh.
Makes me feel…guilty and annoyed.
But it’s not my fault I’m funny…
The obnoxious hilarity that is me cannot be contained.
Sucks to be them.

I will be back.
And I will be baring an HNT…
(god DAMN I love plays on words…)

Head.
Spinning.
Too much to do.
DON’T SKIP THE GYM.




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