Peanut Butter in Muh Hair

 "Keep your head, heels, and standards high."

On the new blogger format, how many of you click "New Blog" for a new post on a frequent occasion? Golly, Blogger. The "New Blog" button is in such a prime location for a new post. And I am not smart enough to realize it might mean an actual blog, not post.

Today was awful. I'm just going to throw that out there. To be melodramatic, I feel like a little piece of my future broke up with me. To be optimistic, I am good at trusting. I wish I could expand, but I'm not letting myself tell a single soul. Which might not be healthy, but in my mind it is best. I am stubborn. Therefore, I have chosen a few lucky souls to vaguely "WEHHH" to.

On a brighter note (and any IRL friends are laughing at me right now, because I have literally talked about this with everyone...) I have discovered the secret to life. Well, hair life. Well, my hair life. It involves two things: Not shampooing every shower and also dry shampoo.

Let me explain. My hair is as thick as the sky is blue.

No... no, that doesn't work.

My hair is as thick as peanut butter.

Ew, wait... no. Nope.

My hair is... really really thick.

So, sometimes I wash it... like, HARD... and it still comes out with crap left at the roots. So I shampoo it a lot because of this. Then I started using a cheap Suave cleansing shampoo, because that's the only thing that gets all the crap out. But that shampoo damages and drys the poop out of my hair. (My adjective selection this evening is prime. Prime.)

So I bought dry shampoo. And it's a miracle. A miracle, folks.

Now I take my daily or every other daily showers and only shampoo maybe once every other shower... and use the dry shampoo when my roots get awful.

It's Tuesday night. I last shampooed Saturday. And I don't feel like ripping off every follicle growing off my head.

#votedryshampoo

I'm loopy.

Thanks, BEDA.