On my list of to-dos in random time is the art of French braiding. I've had my long as hair forever, always too lazy to style it. I mean, having long hair set free has it pros and cons. On my good days, it keeps my back warm, on worse days it may get caught in things, like a bitch's hand, who thinks I was trying to pick up her boyfriend, whom I explained was my blood cousin who is 6 years my junior. O_o. And yes, I was picking him up, literally because he's car was getting repaired (I just hate it how the truth seems so far fetched).
Anyhow, anything with the word "French" sounds instantaneously alluring, exotic and I want to kiss, so maybe some handy femme fatale tricks will have the boys seeing slo-mo when I come around the corner, across the street, out of a public toilet (don't forget some porno music to lighten the mood).
Here's the result of some youtube self-acredited and invisibly certified training.
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| French Braiding? WTF? |
Looks like crap doesn't it? 3 hours of trying to plait my hair backwards gave me sweaty armpits. Yeah, you into that?
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Maria
gay..
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