It was a gift given to me. With a strawberry creamsicle in one hand and my underwear I had just removed and placed in a garbage bag in the other (Hostage or not, undies are worn no longer than a day. And I’ll shout it from the rooftops how much I loath showers, hate them….but they happen.) I thought it was so gorgeous! But how would I look? It felt weird at first. I have done some drastic new looks, clip in hair extensions, a random bob I let Nella cut one night…half way through we thought maybe turning the fan blasting us might help her cut it alittle better. Yeah. So a wig should have been no big deal.

But when I looked at myself in the mirror I had actually taken my breath away. Not because of beauty but because I looked, uh, not me. AT ALL. It was as if an entirely new person or personality had surfaced at that very moment. It felt nice. Alittle change is nice….especially when you end up looking like a homeless beyonce! And webcamming was a blast!

Then I go out for a few hours and Henry Waffles ruins my fun! I swear the level of asshole he achieves each and every day is astounding. Astoundingly dooshy. 

RIP HOMELESS BEYONCE WIG