The Hair Strikes Back
dis-tress
- terminally frizzy. I can't do my hair. Never have done. Never will do. There seems to always be some state of frizz. Light frizz. Heavy frizz. I just blew dry my hair and my dad said, "really?"
- not new. in high school jim r. said "maybe you should brush it." my question: why? I mean I can. I will. But two minutes later you won't be able to tell.
- latter day hair. The only place my hair works is in Salt Lake City. In SLC my hair is damn near perfect. Full of body, shiny and sleek. With no effort. This proves that Smith and Brigham are right and why I'll have one hot eternity to look forward to with very very frizzy hair.
snippets- Friday night = Hero. Very good.
- Saturday night = 21 Grams. Really very very good.
- Sunday afternoon = Mean Creek. Pretty sad. But good.
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