why is it, that after a week, a month, or more of consistantly bad hair days, the second you firmly decide to go get it cut, it miraculously becomes tame and beautiful, as if you had a raft of stylists attending to each follicle? hair isn’t dead cells. hair is the anti-christ.
Oh my God, you are so right!! You nailed it right on the head. Hair *is* the anti-Christ!! Let’s start a cult. :)
i’m with you on that- i’ve got good hair about once every two months right now. Just when I’m envisioning shaving it totally bald, and buying wigs.
hey… i’m not hair.
you’re probably hairy, though.
nope… *i’m* hairy. and i’m not the anti-christ.