jetbeauty09
New Member
Okay, today I have on my Diana Ross wig
. Of course I have to put my lil spin on it and I have my red flower to match my outfit. I always get compliments b/c I literally change my hairstyle almost everyday. So I’m used to getting stopped through out the day to hear how people like it. Personally, I’m not too in love with my wig but hey, whatever floats your boat. It’s a short tapered cut in the back with the swoop in the front and the big buffon (spelling) @ the top.
My rant is that this girl had the nerve to put her greasy (?? lol) fangas all up in my wig! I’m no fool, I know what she was trying to do and she best be glad I was in a good mood this morning. We have a sometimey relationship, sometimes we speak, sometimes we don’t. So that’s why I’m thinking on the other side of fence about it (where did that saying come from?). She came up to me and said, “I just had to come up to you and tell you how much I llooovvveeed (she proceeds to stroke the front bang of it) your hair!”
To prevent her from doing it (b/c I saw her hands twitching so I knew what she was about to do..lol) I started pressing my own hands all over and pressing down the front, you know, trying to basically claim my own area. She did not care! It was like her hands were telling mine to get lost! I couldn’t believe it. I know I can’t be the only one to feel this way, not just about my hair but especially my WIG!!!!! 
The next time she comes my way and her hands start to gravitate this way, I’ma tell her, “Sweetie, look but don’t touch please.” Smile and bat my drugstore lashes


My rant is that this girl had the nerve to put her greasy (?? lol) fangas all up in my wig! I’m no fool, I know what she was trying to do and she best be glad I was in a good mood this morning. We have a sometimey relationship, sometimes we speak, sometimes we don’t. So that’s why I’m thinking on the other side of fence about it (where did that saying come from?). She came up to me and said, “I just had to come up to you and tell you how much I llooovvveeed (she proceeds to stroke the front bang of it) your hair!”


The next time she comes my way and her hands start to gravitate this way, I’ma tell her, “Sweetie, look but don’t touch please.” Smile and bat my drugstore lashes

