It's like I'm living the old show Quantum Leap, but with my hair color. I have given up on what my natural hair color looks like. I have been dying my hair since I was a freshman in high school. It started off with the sun-in spray, oh you remember those, and then my mom bought me the wash out orange. i remember I was at a friend's sleepover when we dyed my hair, the next morning my brother came to pick me up. Our conversation went something of the sort
"Mom’s going to kill you"
"Yeah mom bought it for me"
"Oh, never mind then"
And ever since then about every 6 months I have been dying my hair. Arrange of colors, never went the blue or green route though, everything else, oh yeah. So now that I've spent two hours in the style chair I can barely tell the difference. I just wanted the red gone; it still looks red. Maybe another drunken night with a bottle of wine and peroxide I will be able to put right what once went wrong and hope next time will be the next leap will be the leap to my natural color.
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I bought blue hair dye once, when I still had a whitey-fro. But then I got the loitering and prowling thing, and decided that I didn't need to try and talk to a DA with blue hair. Then I needed a job, then...I don't know, it just never happened. I might do it this summer for the fuck of it.
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