I'm Dyeing

My hairdresser has quit. Gone, vanished, like a puff of hairspray into the wind. I was a little traumatized by the news, but I rallied like a good soldier and decided to take matters into my own hands.

Last night I dyed my hair...black. Now here is the part where I sound like a complete jackass and say, "I didn't expect it to be so dark." Duh. It's black; what else could I have possibly expected? Anyway, I think I am going to add some blonde chunks in it with the aide of my father. We will see how that turns out. I don't need to have normal hair. I have no job interviews; there is nobody to impress. I can be as irresponsible as I want.

This may be quite fun.