So. I haven't blogged in quite some time, and I decided that I should post a new one. Now, here's the subject of this new blog. I have new hair as of last month. I'd have posted it sooner, but I didn't think of it until just now when I was smoking a clove. Mmmm, cloves. But, anyway. This is my new haircut. I like it, don't you? I believe it suits me well because, well...I just do. You see, my hair is my pride and joy. It's everything I live for. The only reason I wake up in the morning is so I can see my hair. Is that okay? I'm not sure. Someone tell me? I think it's not okay, but I can deal. I guess I'm just shallow. If my hair doesn't look perfect, then I don't want to live anymore. That's the best thing in my life; my hair. You see, my hair and I are best friends. I could go on all day about it, but I'll spare you the boring details. Just know, we go way back. That's all I have to say about my hair, other than when I wash it, it gets poofy. Will you slip me a roofie? I hope so.
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