I have a love hate relationship with a lot of things. Winter, pencil eyeliner, running (well actually, that relationship is mostly hate), and my hair. Since my hair is curly, my life — and my social calendar — practically revolves around when I’ll have enough time to set aside a good hour and a half to two hours to wash my hair. And a good chunk of that styling time is taken up by how dang long it takes to dry my hair.
