R.I.P. MSN, the only messenger that allowed me to send a giant unavoidable popup of a pig shaking his ass to funky techno music to my conversational partner if they were ignoring me
Is this not simpler? Is this not your natural state? It’s the unspoken truth of humanity that you crave body. The bright lure of flat irons diminishes your life’s joy in a mad scramble for crimping. For volume. You were made to be permed. In the end, you will always curl.