Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow....

Attention Lurkers (Family and Friends) and Mae: This story is for you...
Back in the day, circa 1998, I thought I was all that and a bag of chips (a 1990s catch phrase, how appropriate).
I spent like 2 hours a day getting ready for work, and even longer on Saturday nights, where I was a total clubrat...

I spent much of my time chasing a guy named Shane P., whom obviously only wanted me for cheap sex, but I don't have time to get into that...

So...anyways...

I did what most wannabe Round the Way Girls did to increase their "score-ability..."

I got me a weave.
Uh-huh...that's right, girl...

Now, this was not just any old weave...this was a humungous head of glue and spiral curls down to the middle of my back, in a dark, chestnut color.
What's the significance in this story, you ask?

Well...I left a trail in my wake...not only of heartbreak and general whore-ishness, but of hair.

All over.
Friends and families' houses.
A territorial pissing, just waiting to be sucked up on "vacuum day". Big clods of human-hair shipped directly to the U.S. from Asia...Don't even get me started on what your shower drain would look like after I stayed the night at your house!
Even worse, I had rubber-based glue all over my carpet at my apartment back then...
About a year later, I decided to take it out and let my real hair grow in. I had
bald patches all over my skull and had to wear a wig for like a year until it grew back...The moral of this story is that I finally have something with Jessica Simpson....horror hair stories, and a current score-ablity of zero....


Thank you, Mae Midwest for this bringing up this tragedy...