Hairography

==I sit on top of someones head. That someone's name Is Grant Seibert. I like Grant. He doesn't torture me like other people do to their hair, and I think he really likes me because he takes care of me. He routinely gets me cut so I look presentable to his friends, and I can show off to mine. I never like the gunk he puts over me though. Even though it might help put me in styl, it leaves me stretching to the sky, gasping for air. I usually obey his forceful commands, unless I wake up in a bad mood, then I act rebellious and stick up in as many places as possible, just to try to make him look bad. After the end of the day I feel bad because I can see how uncomfortable I made him throughout the day in front of his friends. I wouldn't want him doing that in front of mine. I love when He cleans me with the sweet smelling liquid, beneath the warm water. It expells all of the grime that I have accidentaly collected that hasn't already fled my grasp. It makes me feel like a new person. I love Grant.==