So, I tried to use that haircomb/scrunchie thing this morning, when I changed clothes after biking to work. I tried to remember how to put it in my hair, and was mostly successful, though I have no idea how it looked. But as I was rockin’ to SOUL’D OUT, Robert called on the PTT phone, and I had to take off my headphones.
That movement caused the hair thingie to fall right out, so I gave up on it. I have no time to treat my hair carefully! If there are going to be things in my hair, they need to stay there with minimal supervision!
It sucks to be a tomboy sometimes ;P