i just spent ten minutes brushing out the rat’s nest of my hair in the shower, i called fil to bring me my brush, and because once upon a time he was a long haired sensitive ponytail guy, he likes to think he is an expert on hair-brushing, he said NOW REMEMBER TO START AT THE BOTTOM as he passed me the brush. that’s fine and all if you have time to kill and want little butterflies to float delicately around you as a pony laps up cartoon water in the forest clearing you stopped at to hum a little song about ribbons and honey, women however, typically do not have the patience for that, i at least do not and i’m used to the pain anyway so i drag that motherfucker from the top of my head, down to the tips and then write fuck yeah! with the piles of hair i ripped out on the shower wall.
next time i will just play dumb so hard that he brushes my hair for me.
tarley enjoys ketchup and maple syrup on his not a breakfast sausage.
sigh, island cottage.
