Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Dear July Hair,

You're not pretty.  Generally, I don't think that much about my hair, but apparently I must this July.  And my face is a little gross.  And a combo bad face/bad hair/super sweaty July isn't fun. 

And I never look cute any more.  It would do to remind myself that some people would kill for a job where the uniform is sweatpants.  Just maybe not in July...


love,
hannah

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