If I don't stop harassing every women I see with locks someone is going to have me locked up, instead of my hair. Seriously, I've never been so obsessed about hair in my life. It seems that from the moment I decided,"this is it, "by the end of the month I'll be locked", I can spot every "natural do" within a 5mile radius. It's really getting bad y'all... so bad that while in line at the grocery store my 11y/o son begged me not to say a word to the lady ahead of us (he noticed before me she had traditional locs). I hate to say it but I shamed my son right on the spot, I couldn't even help myself. By the time I paid for my food I knew this woman's entire hair history. Thankfully she was in the mood to talk hair, but I'm going to chill because my luck may run out soon and someone may not be in the mood.
So for now I sit here still happy, nappily waiting for my lock appointment.
Monday, July 6, 2009
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