I’ve come to an impasse.
I spend $80 every five weeks to get my hair to look like this:
Wait, no, like this:
Okay, no, really, like this:
And in hindsight, it makes me wonder why I’m dropping all of the cash I should be saving for my education her education hookers and blow a rainy day fund. 1
And then, a visit to the local Starbucks and an evening spent on Youtube gave me a new idea.
I hate my natural hair colour. On me. Anyone else, fabulous, but on me? Ew. Exhibit A:
It’s orange. It’s very Scottish looking. It’s the reason that gingerism exists.
But, what about:
Because, by god, if I can’t have the woman’s ass and boobs, I might as well have her current hair colour, right? 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
- Also, why there’s so many pictures of me without makeup. Shudder. ↩
- but oh, I could so have her boobs. It would just take 24 equal monthly payments. ↩
- What’s mostly heartbreaking is that I can’t have her husband. Just once. ↩
- Maybe he’s a gingerist and afraid of her now and they like, never have sex anymore because everytime she walks in the room, he gets freaked out and leaves and it’s the slow decline of their marriage and he’ll have to move back home, to Vancouver, to have his family help nurse him through therapy and the impending divorce. ↩
- I live in Vancouver. ↩
- This could be my chance. I better not go back to red. ↩
- There literally was no point, whatsoever to this post, apparently. Thanks for reading. You look nice. Did you do something with your hair? I thought so. I find washing it helps mine too. To like, remove the birds and stuff. ↩
- Did I just say that out loud? ↩
- Seriously? Why are you still reading? ↩






