is the amount that my lack-of-invisibility went up today. even with my shitty five toned yellow hair, every third man on the street was aware of my existence. this is not an announcement of hottiness, it’s just a weird coincidence, right?
maybe it’s cuz i was wearing this hat, looking all pissy. no, not that one, the one on the left.
nonetheless, a few 1 800 numbers were called and a few friends conferred with on IMing platforms and then still, a visit to the salon where i asked WTF DO I DO? and they of course are like, oh we can do that. and yahuh, no shit, i just didn’t wanna spend $ here, dudes, can i use an allover colour at home? and BING lightbulb goes off and gay man says, yes use the lightest ash blonde you can find. oh so it’s like, foolproof?
and i give you, “not the goal, but good enough for now until i can rebleach the fuck out of it and get the rocker hair i really want.”
pee ess. i smell like coconut and it’s making me want to love myself.
again.
