Flashback

Have I ever told the story of why I don't have eyebrows? Okay, they've probably always been pretty sparse. But when I was a young lass, but old enough to know better, I was taking a bubble bath. And thought it'd be fun to pretend to shave bubbles off my face. Well, at some point in the process, I decided that it'd be more realistic if I took the safety cap off. What do you know, with the cap off you may actually shave hair off. And there went half of my left eyebrow. I thought that no one would notice, so I tried to go about my day. But I noticed my father looking at me funny. Now, I didn't want to get in trouble for playing with his razor. Kid logic time...I should totally shave off half of the other eyebrow. Cuz if they match, you won't notice they're half gone. Done!! Oddly, I don't recall much after that. I just remember doing it. And blaming my childhood antics for my continued lack of eyebrows. Good times. 

Make Some Moves

Bungee jumping may have scrambled my brain. Now my mind is constantly jumping, wondering what new thing to do or try next. I want to say yes to everything! That's pretty much my motto right now, actually. Say Yes To Everything. No fear, no limitations (I mean, I'm not trying to break the law or anything. I'm not crazy.) Weeeelllll, that's not exactly true. Still working on the people paranoia. Don't ask me what happened in my life that makes me believe everyone is a serial killer. Cuz the answer is nothing. I've lived a straight up vanilla life. Gonna have to make some moves and work on that. Maybe the answer will come to me while hang gliding. Or rock climbing. Or getting a new tattoo. Oooh, tap starts again soon! Wait, what? 

They Got Me This Time

TSA remembered how suspicious my giant bun is. Got the hair pat down in security. 

Dear Thighs,

It'd be awesome if you didn't try to fall off. Thanks.

Sincerely,

Erica

Hmmm

So I guess I decided that joining Twitter was a good idea? Late much? I mean, I could always use another place to spew nonsense. So for the five people that read this blog, feel free to join the crazy that's begun @bitchface_killa. Killing bitches 24/7. You know how I do. 

Ha!

Just read an article about black women feeling like they're singled out by TSA agents to have their hair searched. That's so funny, I was totally surprised last week when my giant ghetto girl bun didn't get checked. 

Way Back Machine

I miss Cray-Pas.