Have I mentioned how happy I am that braids are back in style?! I mean it's truly like a gift that someone sent to me personally. Nothing is easier than washing my hair at night, letting it air dry and then braiding it in the morning. The Hunger Games made braids cool again. No longer any need for worry that someone will mistake me for a Pentecostal. I mean, not that there is anything wrong with that. It's just that I'm not one.
Me: Hey ONE, take a picture of my hair.
Me: Great job!! But it's kind of fuzzy ... let's try again and try to leave my jammies out of the picture.
P.S. I was planning to write a post about how much I loathe Walmart and McDonald's and my plot to boycott both of them, but it's silly to devote an entire post to something that can be boiled down to one small paragraph:
Every single time I go to Walmart, without fail, I leave feeling majorly irritated. And McDonald's ALWAYS has flies. Always. Without fail. It's pretty remarkable, actually. That every single McDonald's in America has at least one fly buzzing around at any point in time. I'd be impressed, if I weren't so grossed out by it.
Good day, and happy braiding!