Roots, Bloody Roots

I should've dyed my hair in June.

So it's been awhile, yes. My roots are coming in with a vengeance. VENGEANCE!

I realize that. I know that half my hair is blonde, and the other half is DARK blonde. Oh, the shame. I hang my head, surely.

But here's the thing... there are factors that have been preventing me from fixing this unbecoming problem.

1. I'm indecisive and wasn't sure whether to stick to the usual highlights, or finally take the plunge and go dark. At this point, I'm 85% sure of the darkness a-comin'.

2. My regular hairdresser is in St. Catharines, and I haven't been back home in many many months. I rarely trust someone new, and don't know where to go.

3. MONEY. In order to have it done properly, it's gonna cost me a pretty penny. And at this point, the only pennies I have are ugly. I have to pay bills and such before succumbing to vanity. Responsiblities, ya heard of em?

So try and remember that when you come up to me daily and tell me how badly I need to "do something about my hair".

Cuz, gosh golly gee! I hadn't noticed.

Moral of the story?

SHAAAAADDAP!

Unless you're going to give me money and steer me in the direction of the best hairdresser in Toronto, you'd be wise to keep it to yourself.

You will only have to deal with my appalling appearance for a short while longer, and then you can finally sleep at night knowing that my hair is all one colour.

Stay strong til then. Use the force, Luke.

Asshat.