Day three. Oh boy I can't wait to wash m hair tonight. The things we women do for beauty, which include not washing a head full of oily hair that would make severus snape's head pale in comparison.
Heck, the straightness reminds me of Lucius Malfoy's except that I'm not blond, and that I'm sure he's always immaculate and clean, considering how he's a pureblood snob.
I learnt new british words to scold people with! 'Sod', 'git', etc, etc. Okay, so I didn't learn them, I merely took a refresher course.
See? I told you reading fanfiction is healthy! And my hair could probably meet the electrical needs of Singapore for a day if they in the biotechnology industries figure out how to make use of human-produced oil! *hint hint target teens with skin problems hint hint*
Well, I wish I coulkd take a picture and horrify you all with my glamorously disgusting oily hair, but unfortunately -or fortunately, depending on how you view it- I lost my cable.
Whoever who lives up there really loves your eyes.
