hair is always better when cool people do it FOR you

A few nights ago, my friend Mike's older rockstar brother decided to bleach and then dye my hair several ridiculous shades of purple. Then Mike, his girlfriend, and aforementioned rockstar brother proceeded to eat cheese pizza and watch 'Wedding Crashers.' At the end of the night Marshall (See above link,) handed me a bottle containing extra dye, saying I ought to touch it up when it goes wonky, because, according to him, it would, inevitably.

And so today, after finding a few too many white streaks (at first they looked neat, but now they are washing back to a sort of odd grayish colour which isn't neat,) I decided to hit them up with the dye he gave me.

The streaks are already turning a truly thrilling shade of raspberry. I can't fucking wait.

(I need to have rock stars do my hair more often.)