Today I had the day off, and decided that it would be a good time to dye my hair (seeing as it takes about two hours to set in.). So I went to the loo and found out I only had a half of a container left of crack. And by crack I mean manic panic hair dye.
So first of all I sent a text message to King asking him to get me some more. He said okay. Crisis avoided.
But as I put the container back under the sink I realised that in tiny, tiny print, THEY HAD A WEBSITE. So I went to the website. And I found out that they sell the same hair dye I used for three dollars less (!!!). They also three completely different shades of pink that I had never before seen. So I ordered some hair dye. And also hair dye in some sort of super-concentrated gel form. And colour-saving shampoo.
I feel good about this.
About an hour later King came home with the extra hair dye and I used it to fix my narsty-looking faded hair until this gel stuff comes in.
And just now I saw a commercial about sonic blasts with oreo cookies. And I am angry that it is Sunday. DAMN YOU, SUNDAY!
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3 comments:
Whyfore were you angry that it was Sunday?
And I wanna see pictures of your hair, girlie!! :D
i haven't dyed my hair in a month and a week and it's still bright pink. unnerving, yes.
...Fel-ee-eeshe-uh, I hate you. ...And my water-softener. But mostly you. (I mean that in a loving way.)
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