YvetteWithJoy
On break
Gift and curse. I was walking past minding my business until I saw the grey bottle. A man watched me praise Jesus and grab my jars, and run like I was hiding from that girl who stol my conditioner the last time I went in target.
I don't have to go to ulta anymore. Unless the sale is goodt.
Tears!!!
I have a slight headache so I don't want to deal with combs or bobby pins. I just slapped this bad boy on and said a little prayer.

That's making me smile so hard and chortle out loud.
I'm imagining your edges: "Giiiiiiiirrrrrllll! I ain't coming out THIS season: Too [hot/cold]! See you NEXT season. (Yeah, that's MY season)."
