…if I had to tell you half the stuff that’s happened to me you’d do one of those pity laughs that ends in an “aaaaawww” or maybe just a chuckle because it’s just so sad that you secretly understand and can totally relate.
…with Clinch, you don’t have the embarrassing task of telling the shop assistant that ‘you’re fine’ and you ‘don’t need any help’. Meanwhile (back at the ranch), you know that not only do you not have any money to buy clothes, but honestly you’re praying you have enough money to pay for your parking ticket.
Yes, we are blessed but that’s kind of where it ends from a more superficial point of view. I always think that when hair samples were being handed out we definitely missed the bus and arrived late to the meeting (you know, “African time”). I reckon the Asians and or Indians were definitely in the front and unfortunately we were right at the back.
Class in Session…
Talking to my 18-year-old sister has to be one of my favourite pastimes. Sappy moment aside, she is the one who inspired this post. What could I have to talk about this time? HAIR! Yes, the one thing that we all (men and women alike) stress about no matter what our age. Whether you’re 18, contemplating pink highlights, going bald and blond like Amber Rose or 60 and desperately trying to make that comb over work, we all have issues with those little follicles that sprout from our heads.
I hate that time of the month where you constantly live in fear because you know it’s “granny panty time”