From cyclops to upstanding citizen in mere seconds. Thank you Egyptians for inventing scissors.
Truth be told, most of the time I have to hide all my scissors, especially on late insomnia-tic nights were I am grasping for straws trying to identify with my identity. I have serious issues when it comes to my hair, it is probably the only thing I have ever truly been possessive about in my life. It is my security blanket and my confidence is wrapped tightly around those curls. It’s always been this way, since I can remember and my curls are the only constant piece of my identity. I love them and wouldn’t trade them for the world.
Happy Cinco de Mayo! No tequila for me, nope, uh uh, no way. One thing I’ve learned is I am either too old or too much of a homebody for drinking holidays.
Be safe tonight and have fun!