Oh.Em.Gee.

You must be thinking to yourself: "She's blogging TWICE in ONE WEEK. Oh my gosh." Wait. Who am I kidding? I'm the only person who reads my own blog. Haha, well I'm still thinking it.
So, today I'm going to blog about hair. More specifically how much I love it when my hair gets played with. I'm not talking affectionate stroking, nope, I mean brushing/braiding/curling/straightening. The whole she-bang! And I know I'm not alone in this love because in 3rd grade all the girls used to line up and play with the hair of the person in front of them. No joke, it sounds kinda weird when I type it all out...I blame Colorado. But seriously, it's such an amazing feeling, the human scalp is such a sensitive area and feeling the gentle tugging of someone pulling through your hair is magnificent. And that is why I subject my hair to styling by a 6 year old which always ends in frizz. (And I look like a GREAT babysitter who's willing to play anything with a kid (which is true regardless))
OK, I just had the urge to say "XOXO Gossip Girl" for my ending to this...I'm am officially an addict >.< <-- Stupid computer this is not HTML, it's a frickin' FACE!