Wednesday, January 26, 2005

It's quite one thing to have your hair rebonded, relaxed, softened, whatever.

It's quite another to have an online female friend telling you that she thinks of you as more than a friend (though, this friend I'm neutral against), as well as a female classmate (who's straight, and has a boyfriend, but is so feminine) telling you that during the PTC (piece-to-camera) you did that the way you tie up your rebonded hair and the blouse you wear coupled with a skirt (was wearing pants at that time) made you look hot.

HOT! *imagine a strong emphasis on the word*

*raises brows* I will make quite a few things clear:

1. I AM NOT SEXY
2. I AM NOT HOT
3. I WENT FOR THE REBONDING AGAINST MY WISHES
4. THE DAMNED HAIR'S GIVING ME ONE FUCKLOAD OF INCONVENIENCES

What's the worst thing? That I get this nagging feeling that I'm starting to enjoy these. And fuck, I ain't gonna let that happen. I know myself--if not totally--then pretty well. And I know how I am such an extremist.

So, no more. I am who I am--hair's not going to go through anymore shit. Neither am I.