My hair: Thank you
My braid out looks amazing. It's dry though
Me: *kicks pebble* I'll treat you to an Anita Grant Rhassoul treatment and QB pampering tomorrow if you behave till I get off work..
My hair: Okaaaaay. But I'm gonna need a little of
something to hold me over till then. Break me off a piece of that hair dew
Me: *heavy sigh* But I'm gonna lose some definition! Dammit.
My hair: Do what the fcuk I say or...
Me: Okay! Damn