Goodbye, old friend

A moment of silence for my flat iron. It died today after four years of loyal service.

I had an emotionally bond with it. It made me feel pretty. Having straight and shiny hair made me feel much more capable and in control [Ladies, back me up here. You know you've got those little aesthestic triggers too]. And now, it's gone. And my hair is fluffy.

Goodbye, old friend. Thanks for everything.