blonde be gone

oh my God (and this is not said in vain, this is truly a prayer)

i have red/brown hair. and it is not a subtle shift. oh my. one cannot go from the blondest of blonde to reddish brown and be unnoticed. oh my. oh my.

ok *breath, breath*i did this because i realized if i hold on to silly, pointless love of anything, it is (was) my hair. i liked being blonde, i liked it, i did. maybe a bit too much. after i bought the hair dye and started hyperventilating about the possibility of screwing up my hair i slowed myself down long enough to realize i have a silly attachment to a bunch of dead cells. and it's probably not healthy (or at least holy) to be so concerned about screwing something up that should not be centric to my self-worth. so i did it.

and i got blonde hair with pink checks.

so i did it again,

i am no longer a hair virgin. carissa was my first.

i'm no longer a blonde.

and it's good for me.

- on 2003-01-20 at 9:37 a.m.

wilted - blooming