Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Hair food

I used to wish I had coarse hair like my Barbados-Canadian childhood best friend. I was amazed at how one day her hair would be short, filled with colourful and bulbous accessories and the next she'd have long braids down to her butt.

I wanted to head dance like her, stomp like her and play super mario kart with her.

Sometimes the affinity still strikes me unexpectedly.

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