I've never been on a cruise.
I mean, I know people who've been on cruises.
They say they're fun.
I'm hoping I'll be feeling like this:
In any case, we're going a cruise and I'm just now starting to pack. Also, I probably should have tried on all my clothes before this week. Oops. I'm hoping the Bahamians, er, Bahamites, um, Bahamamicians won't point and laugh as I walk by. Surely I won't be the only white girl walking by looking like a busted open can of biscuits.
Also, to make things even more complicated, I've begun no-pooing. Not that poo. I'm still a big fan of that. What I mean is only using conditioner when I shower to help my curlz do their thang without...whatever shampoo has to offer. Or something. It can't get any worse, people, so why not try this? Also, I'll let you know when I've come back from the Capitol of Humidity and if I looked like a clown.
Peace out.
