Hairs are strange. They rarely do what you want them to do, when you want them to do it. I want my hair to go to a meeting. It wants to go to a rave. I want my hair to be sleek and smooth. It wants to be curly and crazy. If hair does answer to a higher power, that power is probably humidity.
It's too hot out to pick up the hairdryer, let alone the flat iron. Normally, I just say, When in doubt? Wear a headband. But this is not normal. I think my frizz is picking up radio signals from Mars. Or Utah. I am fighting a losing battle. Send in back up!
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