Hair in Shambles this Morning

Morning. I am about to head to work. Exciting. For my thrilling hours of Sweet Eugene's fun! All I need is a kick-me starter, so it's good that I work in a coffee shop. My hair still looks a mess I've been slowly combing it. My make-up's done, but my eyes still feel drowsy. Part of me just wants to go like this. I mean who really cares if my hair looks in shambles? Or what do I care if the world think my hair looks like shambles? Y'know? I think we all give too much about what people think. Then again we are all guilty of looking at people, just as we dread they look at our appearance. See that's the cruelty of the world. We all have our insecurities, and as women especially we like to catily think we are better. For our benefit we have to be better than at least one person a day. Correct me ladies if I am wrong! hehe. Anyways, I have gone on a tangent. To money, beauty, and high-society!