Self portrait with an iPad as a young pixel. This is a real selfie. Only I can see it. My hair is an exhibitionist today. Never wash your hair in the late afternoon. When I was an extra in Etruscan smile, I still had waist length hair that went full bush ringlets because it was the first rains after the drought. They had to put a can of hairspray on it....boing! My hair woke up with an attitude for which the only fix is a drowning in floodwater. The only thing worse than not combing it, is, well, combing it. I don’t dare comb or brush it. I just need to wait until it calms down, or gets bored and moves along. Or I dunk my head in a bucket, which I usually resort to.
I’m looking for the snakes.
#BigHairDay
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