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ok so where do i start? well... yesterday i finished taking out my braids the last and finally time i'll have braids in. i sware i had them in so long they started dreading- EWWWWWW. now i know how busta rhymes has he's hair shaped up, braided and dreaded. since i did't detangle all the knots before i wash it there was certainly hell to pay. so i sat on that floor after rinsing the conditioner out and tried to detangle all those knots. over my dead body if i was about to let nana help me comb it out but i had to finish combing it out and have it braided before my mother came here, then there'd really be hell to pay cuz she's heavy handed and has little patience. what a combination i know i'm tenderheaded and slow and she's heavy headed and quick. i have to check my birth certificate again:/. so i'm up at 2 going on 3 o' clock in the morning trying to comb this mess out, spazzin out every time nana tried to grab the comb from me and on the edge of my seat like a crackhead in hiding that if i didn't have this braided then she'd be here and have to finish the job- or my life which ever one expired first. right now i can breathe easy because she didn't come today, so now the grease can work it's magic in my hair but tomorrow i go back to the nervous wreak i was today. i just hope it's easy to comb my hair because that's the only hard part... besides repetitively reminding her that i'm tenderheaded- but apart from that we should sail smoothly.