Every morning, I notice my hair is kinda all over the place..
Waking up is almost like a joke. From the dogs barking loud from downstairs, the construction workers hammering and making loud noises outside my window, and my allergies get more agitating by the day.. Is this what life is all about?
So here I am standing in front of my bathroom mirror staring at myself, while I'm brushing my teeth. I try to convince myself to put on a smile even though I'm not deep down inside. Maybe to protect myself from the realization I'm making a mistake if I do smile.
I do my typical routine: shave, wash my face, insert my contacts into my eyes, pat down my nappy hair with my hands and jam a ball cap over it. Yeah, I wasn't blessed as the lucky duck that wakes up looking fabulous every morning and apparently, I am not hugely concerned about personal appearance.
I prefer to be worried about more important things like, uh.. ending world hunger and if I'm gonna get married before the age of 30.. =/
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