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I call this one “Pensive Pit Bull”. Josey is NOT a fan of all the rain we’ve been getting. ::chuckles::
I have to get my hair cut at 5:30 pm. My stylist doesn’t have any open slots to strip the blue out, and today at 5:30 is the ONLY time she has available to cut it. I am incredibly bummed out over this. I know it’s silly, but I’m downright melancholy over this. I cut a lock for me to keep, to remind me of how amazing it felt to have the blue.
And I realized that with the blue hair, I felt beautiful. I felt confident. I felt like my true rebel self was shining through and because so many people complimented me on the hair, that it felt like they were complimenting me on my Unique Self as well. And it just sucks to have to cut that off for a job.
BUT, I need the job, so this is what I have to do. The stylist was bummed on my behalf as well. And we’re talking about putting some “barely legal” red in my hair later on. “Barely legal” is referring to the fact that it is right on the border of “natural” hair color….not “barely legal” in the porn sense.
Made a vow to myself, that when I’m an old lady and have retired and don’t have to play by any bullshit rules any more, I WILL have the most awesome, badass hair colors the world has ever seen.
So RIP for now, lovely Mermaid hair:
We WILL meet again:
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