All Mine (Assembly Language)

Oh, baby.

Itsy-bitsy missy. Walkin' my way? Hey! *Whistle whistle.*

WASP WASP WASP (Whiskey Tango Foxtrot)

I have long hair. Wet, it halfway covers my butt. Dried and braided, it reaches the small of my back.

I can break discount store ghetto brushes. The handles snap OFF.

Today, just now, my hair was a shield of shielding might.

I bind braids up super tight and leave them overnight. So today it was time to unbraid it. I took the dog outside, came inside, felt slightly itchy scalp. Unbraid hair, start brushing it.

The source of the itching? A wasp.

He was trying to get in my hair and didn't make it. I caught him in the bristles of the brush (hard spines) and Stepdad threw him out the window to go be free.

I hate wasps. I'm still twitching.

Weird fucking day.