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God bless Mother Nature, she's a single woman too, blah blah blah, like hell she is. No single woman would lure another single woman into walking to the hairdresser because it's a beautiful sunny day, and then proceed to piss down rain when she steps outside again, thus forcing her to stagger uphill gasping for breath and feeling her hair soak through.

No. I'm not buying it. And so, to the nature gods, whatsoever forms they may take:

I JUST HAD THAT BLOW-DRIED, YOU BASTARDS.

I am going to eat the peanut butter biscuits that I made yesterday, watch SG:A, and occasionally kick my chair sideways so that I can admire my hair in the mirror.