random, off the wall topic:
yesterday i commented on this black chic co-worker's hair.
i asked her if she dyed it, cuz it was a lot darker than before.
shes like, umm. its a wig.

oh shit. i dont know these things.

its alright. it takes a trained eye
(that was her just being nice for my dumbass.)

this incident reminded me of fucking elementary school.
back in the day of all that mattered was being a fucking teather ball fanatic.

lying at the bottom of the pole, was a braid of hair.
ak! whos losing hair!?
it could only be this one black chix.
who else has black braids?
so we break it to her that her fucking hair fell out.
and shes just like, oh, its just extensions....
extensions??! what the crap is that!?
ah.. to remember when you were introduced to something new about life.
although i dont think i really figured out that extension shit til years later.
but yeah. its all good.