Monday, July 26, 2010


I had a very bad hair day. I looked like a crazy person. My hair simply just had a mind of it's own. I got a professional flatiron for Christmas to tame my naturally curly hair and today of all days not even the flatiron could do it's job.

My hair smells burnt, nothing like shampoo and conditioner. I felt very self-conscious. What made it worse was the way everyone stared. Luckily I found a rubber band in my bag and tied the whole mess back. If only I could have used the paper clips as a way to manage the fly aways.

Not quite myself

I have no idea why, but I have not been feeling like myself. Even being in my own skin feels alien.  The good news is that I still managed t...