It’s finally happened.
After years of trying.
A number of unsatisfying flings.
Time I can never get back; effort I could barely muster; heartache, embarrassment, frustration, and tears.
Actually, a ridiculous amount of tears now that I think about it.
I’ve finally found him.
soulmate hair stylist!
And, you know what, ladies?
He is the stuff dreams are made of.
I kid you not.
Look at what this man did to me…
This? Cost WAY less than anybody’s thousand bucks.
But, it feels just as fabulous.
I mean I’m at home, I paid for it myself, so naturally that makes it less awesome. But, also, I’m not really totally adjusted to the color yet; it’s hard for me to get used to the whole Beyonce thing. But, I love the cut, and the style (I feel sorta Jennifer Aniston-y), and the fact that he was able to blow out my curls (with the help of a posse of course) in less than 20 minutes.
With his posse…
I need a hair posse at my house.
To follow me around with a paddle brush and a blow drier, and Moses’ bottled magic to spray to shoot on my head and keep the frizzies away.
Because I usually wind up with just one day of hair spectacularness…
Once I lay me down to sleep, I
pray the Lord my hair to keep sweat out the awesome and am physically incapable of getting it back to it’s previously gorgeous state.
You know, my birthday is this month.
So, if you’re interested in getting me a gift of some sort, a hair posse would be perfect!
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