Thursday, July 13, 2006
It's okay though, because Ali tie dyed her pants
Sometimes on my way home from work, I walk through Boots as a shortcut to the train station that allows me to ogle bath products. Today I wandered past the hair dye section."Ah," I thought, thinking vaguely of a remark made on the hen night regarding my roots. Never ever dye your hair red. The roots, they never go.
I selected Jamaica brown so as to match the other bridesmaid in every way possible. She did however warn it was a little dark, but I decided that the night before my graduation was as good as any to dye my hair.
Little did I know three hours later would see me meeting my housemates' parents wearing my bra, a towel and a lot of hair dye, and four hours later, with two dark blue ears.
by billygean.co.uk at 8:10 PM |
1 Comments:
Ah, adventures in hair dye. :) I have been dis-allowed from every touching dye to my hair again, because of the blueness of which you speak. :)
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