we were on the same path, chelsea and me, for a while. we had braces together. we endured that awkward phase with curly/frizzy hair together, when all of our peers were able to stand it up straight and make little muffins out of hairspray in middle school. i would sometimes fantasize that i could go to DC and somehow force her to switch places with me and i would get to live in the white house and she would be stuck in florida in the green house with the dirt lawn. we totally looked so much alike it was weird and i still think it would have worked if i could have stopped dropping acid for one night and had any follow-through.
in the early 00's pretty much anyone who knew me then could attest to the fact that this could be a picture of me at the hub:
holy shit, right?!
but now that moms is running for pres, she went and got her shit all relaxed.
in case you haven't seen it:
what up with that?
my friend julia was over last night and asked for a brush to spruce up before we went out to see sonya cotton play at the bike kitchen, which was pretty amazing. and i was like, "i don't have a brush" and she was all surprised and possibly a little disgusted. i explained to her that curly-hairs don't brush well, that i end up looking like a big frayed cotton ball.
SO THEN i had a dream last night that i was straightening my hair with a brush and a blowdryer and it was all smooth and natural looking. i haven't tried to do that since middle school because i know it doesn't work.
so how have you done it chelsea? don't sell me out sister! how ?!
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