Dear Rain,

You suck! All I wanted to do was go to the surprise birthday party* my friend was throwing her boyfriend, have a couple of drinks, unwind after a seriously too long Saturday and go home feeling better than I left. I think every now and then a girl’s entitled to go out and have fun without feeling guilty or having remorse. Thanks to you I don’t know what that feels like because I can’t help but think one of two things: maybe I should’ve waited to leave the club or maybe I just shouldn’t have gone out at all. Neither one of those sound anything like the “I had a really awesome time!” that I was anticipating. Because you were too impatient to wait until I was safely curled up in my bed (or at the very least in my car in route to my house where I wouldn’t have to step foot outside again), I had to run-walk about THREE blocks in your storming downpour which managed to completely soak through my jacket, shirt, tanktop and leggings, leaving me dripping wet. With my head down, you still somehow managed to get in my eyes, leaving me blinded and not able to see two feet (real feet not the 12 inches) in front of me and my hair. Oh my poor hair. Thank you for demolishing what was at one point in time very cute locs. For a minute there, I thought I would actually be able to make it 6 weeks and still like the way my hair looked. Not only did you have other plans, you made sure that my hair would be a hot mess for my upcoming trip. My hair sincerely hates you!


Pissed black naturalista who now has to walk around for the next 3-4 weeks looking like SideShow Bob


*Shameless plug: Will SOMEBODY please throw ME a SURPRISE party before I die??!!??!?! I have seriously been wanting one since I was hold enough to know what a surprise party was LOL