I have hair on my head. I am very grateful.
I call my hair "MY HAIR". They loved being called MY HAIR.
They are black. They are curly. They are short. They are messed up at all times.
I like my hair, mostly. When I don't like my hair, I cut them.
I cut my own hair. With scissors. I like cutting my own hair.
I tie my hair up. I dont leave them. I dont like them falling. I dont like them getting lost.
But, my hair, they don't like me. They mostly are grumpy and sad.
They mostly celebrate bad hair days. I don't like them celebrating these bad hair days.
When I get angry at them, I don't comb them. I never comb my hair. Never.
They like oil, shampoo, conditioner, mousse very much. I like them but. Its a love triangle.
I try very hard to win their love. I blog about them. I blog about them. And I blog about them.
But they don't know nothing about blogger.
Sometimes they make me look pretty. V Pretty. I love my hair. V much.
Do you love yours?