I spent the the day yesterday plaiting my hair. The objective wasn't so much to look beautiful as it was to take a break from combing my natural kinks (which i think God did not make for combing). I tried to make it as comfortable as possible for myself by asking the lady to come home. To distract myself from the pain i watched dollhouse the whole time but still it hurt. I am finished plaiting my hair now but i know sleeping will not be an easy feat. Every time i do this i tell myself its the last time, i guess its what every mother of four said about each baby right after pushing it.
|justin bieberish ..maybe|
|rock star huh|
|one with the five head|
And so i gotta ask. How far in terms of pain would you go to look good? Any memorable experiences. do share.