Yep. That's a pick. A hair pick from when I was in 8th grade. How long ago was that? 1990. . .so that means. . . what? That darn hair pick is 20 years old. TWENTY YEARS. Dude. That's a long freaking time. My friend, Whitney, once told me (in roughly 2003)that using a pick to comb out my post-shower tangles dated me. Wonder what she'd make of a whole blog post dedicated to a 20 year-old piece of plastic with curling iron scars?
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I have known that hair pick for at least 15 years. I love that hair pick because it = you. It is so totally you to be so loyal to a damn hair pick.
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