I just came back from getting sushi with friends (OM NOM NOM NOM), so I'm wicked happy and sated. THEN I OPENED MY EMAIL AND SAW YOUR COMMENT. NOW I'M DOUBLE THE HAPPINESS AND SATIATION.
I CANNOT HAVE YOUR HAIR. Because for some reason, my mother -- who has stick straight hair -- and my father -- who had stick straight hair once upon a time -- came together and made me, a girl with INSANELY THICK, CURLY HAIR. Damn you and your beautiful, straight, perfect, better than mine, etc. hair.
I must also tell you that I love pretty much everything you've ever written ever, so I totally blushed at the compliment. Don't tell.
Too late. It's already all over Facebook. WHAT A LOVELY COMPLIMENT. YOU ARE LOVELY. NEVER CHANGE. UNLESS BY 'CHANGE' YOU MEAN 'GIVE ME YOUR HAIR'.
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I CANNOT HAVE YOUR HAIR. Because for some reason, my mother -- who has stick straight hair -- and my father -- who had stick straight hair once upon a time -- came together and made me, a girl with INSANELY THICK, CURLY HAIR. Damn you and your beautiful, straight, perfect, better than mine, etc. hair.
I must also tell you that I love pretty much everything you've ever written ever, so I totally blushed at the compliment. Don't tell.
Too late. It's already all over Facebook. WHAT A LOVELY COMPLIMENT. YOU ARE LOVELY. NEVER CHANGE. UNLESS BY 'CHANGE' YOU MEAN 'GIVE ME YOUR HAIR'.