65 degrees and cloudy
The air is thick and wet and humid
Misty rain is fickle and has a mind of its own...
Like my hair.
On days like today
My tresses distress
My locks mock
My mane complains -
Everything that should turn under flips out,
Everything that should be straight frizzes up,
Everything that should curl nicely flops -
Nothing can fix stubborn strands in humid air,
Nothing can tame tendrils and soothe them fair,
No, nothing can be done for contrary hair.
Friday, March 12, 2010
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