I have used all of my magical expensive fancy potions and masks from the mystical land of Sephora. My face is still on the fritz. Maybe April is the month my skin has decided to throw its middle finger up at me just to show me love don’t live here anymore. Tonight, I made the […]Read more "Magic Isn’t Real: My Face Is Still On The Fritz"
There’s hair, then there’s MY hair. People usually see my hair before they see me when I walk into a room or a building. Trees love my hair so much that when I walk near or under one, the branches reach out just to cop a feel. They literally get caught up in the moment, […]Read more "The Beast That Lives Atop My Head"