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So this morning/last night, I came up with the idea of dying my hair bright red. So, I woke mom up at 7, and asked her to take me to the grocery store to buy hair dye.
Here I am, a few days ago, my brown hair neatly hidden beneath my hat:
and here, ladies and gents, is the finished product, as of an hour or so ago..
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weeee!!!
I know, I know. My facial expressions get redundant. I'm like fucking Ben Stiller in Zoolander or something. Oh well, whatever. I hope I don't look like fucking Carrot Top or goddamned Lucille Ball (god I love that woman.)
Ok, so I'm trying to locate Lizzie to ride bicycles with me. Who knew that my brother's girlfriend would be so easy to lose?
Here I am, a few days ago, my brown hair neatly hidden beneath my hat:
and here, ladies and gents, is the finished product, as of an hour or so ago..
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weeee!!!
I know, I know. My facial expressions get redundant. I'm like fucking Ben Stiller in Zoolander or something. Oh well, whatever. I hope I don't look like fucking Carrot Top or goddamned Lucille Ball (god I love that woman.)
Ok, so I'm trying to locate Lizzie to ride bicycles with me. Who knew that my brother's girlfriend would be so easy to lose?