I hate you all.

Hair-

I hate you. I hate every single strand of you. I hate the strands that curl one way, and the strands that curl the other. I hate the strands that start to curl, then stop half way through and the bastards that don't curl at all. I hate the blonde ones, I hate the dark ones and I hate the red motherfuckers that make me feel the need to dye the rest to match. I hate that you grow at the speed of tectonic plate movement. I hate that the half ponytail I put in my hair this morning is just a nub. I hate the little baby hairs that stick out in all different directions no matter how much pomade goo I use. I would shave you off if it wouldn't make me hate you longer. You are the bain of my existence and I hope you feel pain every single time I use the curling iron to tame you.

The END.