As I was leaving my house today I looked down and saw an entire head of fake hair stuck under my neighbor’s fence. Someone lost their weave. . .
In other news I didn’t get to put any product in my hair because my new roommate jumped in the bathroom before I left. Normally I grab my hair stuff right as I’m leaving the bathroom, but of course I didn’t today. Go figure. . .
You must be logged in to post a comment.
Hello and welcome!
I'm Justin and this is my personal blog. (To learn more about me - click here.)
Here I write about life and love, men and music, philosophy and politics. In essence, things that make my life worth living.
I hope you enjoy!
This is my personal blog. The views, opinions, and stories you find here are my own and in no way reflect the views of my employer, Media Matters for America, nor the people, institutions, or organizations I am affiliated with.
Loading ...
I saw the exact same thing the other day when I was walking to the coffee shop to do some writing. It reminded me of high school and when these two girls got in to this HUGE fight in the hall by my locker. One went for the weave and then there was a giant braid whipped at me. It was…amazing…