good hair day

I don't know why. It isn't because I slept good, because I didn't. It isn't because all is well with my soul, because it isn't. But for some reason, something happened beyond my control, some atom a billion light years in a galaxy far, far away split in two, and put into motion this celestial occurence:

I'm having a good hair day.

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As the middle-aged rockstar/luchadorita that I am, I am not going to question why this has happened. I am only going to bask in the light that is hair that dried just right under the tutalege of a blowdryer, a round brush, and mousse. What more could a girl want??

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Heck, even my coffee tastes exceptionally good this morning.

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Mayhaps its because I refused the soul sucking lure of the scale today and didn't weigh myself, or the fact that my house is relatively clean and free of dog hair tumbleweeds...

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Whatever the reason, I'm going to hold on to this moment like a PMS'ing woman on a bar of chocolate.

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I think I will now go and stare at my hair some more and take it all in because, just like a teenage girl with no emotional turmoil, it won't last long.

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I'm sending good hair vibes to all my fellow luchadoritas out there. Hopefully, my witicisms here will translate well into my NaNoWri Mo workings.

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Until then...

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