Good Mornin', Life!

I have always been a girl who shunned things associated with girls. I vehemently avoid anything that scents of perfume, that hints of fashion, that whispers of a perm. Guns and swords, not barbies and mommy's high heels, are the toys of my childhood memories. And though I accept in theory feminine things which are good, I still have a natural aversion to them in practice. With that said, I have a confession to make.

I love this stuff called hairspray.

Who could imagine that a few small sprays of something could raise lifeless hair from the dead? My hair, with the body of spaghetti drenched in olive oil, sighed with relief as these giant's hands upheld it throughout a long day yesterday. With hairspray providing momentum, my hair boldly vanquished the forces of grease, which are the normal victors after a two hour span.

Sweet hairspray, how glorious 'twas to awake with hair still shapely and formed! Be forever present in my life, pungent giver of hope to the despairing!