A Hairy Situation

Let's get straight to the point.  I have a pretty thick head of hair.  When I say thick, I mean THICK.  I've even heard the question, "You sure you ain't got some black in you?" to which I reply "Only on Friday nights."

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Anyways, I just got out of the shower and I felt compelled to share this with all of you:

That, ladies and gentlemen, is the wall of my shower.  I paste it with all the hair that falls out of my head while I'm washing it.  If I let it go down the drain, I think you can imagine what would happen. If you have no imagination, let me help you: (CLICK HERE!)

DISGUSTING RIGHT?!

This really starts leading to problems when I'm staying at someone else's place.  It gets kind of awkward when I'm leaving and they're like "Oh hey, wait! You left your baby yak in my bathroom!"  and then I'm like "Oh..no, that's just one thousand strands of my hair."


It also leaves me very vulnerable to people cloning me.

Complimentary

If you follow my blog (and who doesn't, really?!), then you know that some of the people in my workplace enjoy telling me on a weekly basis how unattractive I am.  Or at least that's what it feels like.  Recently, however, I've received a few comments that only SLIGHTLY make me feel like tying cinder blocks to my feet and jumping in the pool in my apartment complex.

"Look at your legs, you've got black girl legs!"

Now, does she mean these black girl legs,


or these black girl legs?


It's hard to tell.

"I like your hair today, it's so puffy!"

This started out positive, but then took an uuuuugly turn.  Don't ever, ever, EVER, call a girl's hair puffy. I don't spend $900 a year on every antifrizzglosstamingshine spray so that I can come to work and get told that I look like carrot top.

Like Thumper always says: