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01 May 2006 @ 10:39 am
Grr.  
I bleached my hair this morning. Not very successfully, either, god damn it. I *knew* I should have picked up the stuff I used in the States when I saw it while we were in NYC. I can't remember what it's called, but it's the only bleach that's given me the blondeness that I wanted. Now I've got sort of reddish-yellow roots and the rest of _didn't even change colors_. It's vaguely lighter. God damn it. I'm pretty grumpy about this. I've been dithering over whether I wanted to damage my hair at all by bleaching it, and doing so only to obtain orange roots makes me unhappy.

On the other hand, while I was systematically destroying my hair, I got four pages of the next Chance script written. *sigh*
 
 
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Brianlogrusboy on May 1st, 2006 01:30 pm (UTC)
So, does this mean a "hair ruined day" is your version of a "cat exploded day"? Sorry...couldn't resist. Should have resisted, but the inability to pass on a bad joke with the possibility of hitting a sensitive nerve is a crucial part of my personality that I mistakenly categorize as "charm".
kitmizkit on May 1st, 2006 01:45 pm (UTC)
No. And never tease a woman about her hair.
Brianlogrusboy on May 1st, 2006 01:52 pm (UTC)
See! And here I thought I was being witty and charming. It's a good thing my wife was dropped on her head as a baby or I'd be doomed to a life alone....