Do you ever have that moment when you’re at a Bakery with your friends and after a conversation lasting no more than 25 seconds about how bored you are with your hair, you decide that you should head to CVS and dye your entire head bleach blonde in your kitchen? And then when it doesn’t really pan out as well as you’d originally hoped, you have to spend about 8 hours of your day originally allotted for intense homeworking on fixing said
bleach blonde orange hair into something a little less offensive?
It’s rough. It’s orange. It’s a little pink too. But I’m here. Standing before you. Hatless and
crying laughing with you.
What’d you do this weekend?