C'est dur de tondre un oeuf.
My hair is now a lovely conglomeration of various elements not unlike Mr. Shesha's Old Jeruselem special. I like to call it, "Alyx-Is-Too-Cheap-To-Get-It-Done-Professionally-So-She-Will-Take-What-She-Can-Get" colour. Hey, aside from the ends STILL being darker than the rest of it, it doesn't look too bad. Sorta an orangy-blondy-reddy-browny colour... no more black!
If I have daughters, they're gonna hate me... *chases after future teenage daughters with hair dryer, curling iron, plastic cape, hair colour and rope* COME BACK HERE, OR YOU'RE GROUNDED!
...proof positive that I need sleep. Badly. Au voir!
If I have daughters, they're gonna hate me... *chases after future teenage daughters with hair dryer, curling iron, plastic cape, hair colour and rope* COME BACK HERE, OR YOU'RE GROUNDED!
...proof positive that I need sleep. Badly. Au voir!