three-hundred & forty-four.
"I'm not offended by all the dumb-blonde jokes because I know that I'm not dumb. I also know I'm not blonde."
The other day I bleached the pink out of my hair because I wanted to purple it instead, and I ended up having blonde bangs for a day before I decided that I look better with darker hair. I applied Fuschia Shock by Manic Panic on, and everything was going well until I had to wash the dye off my colouring brush. And then the purple wouldn't come off the sink, so I started to panic, and in the end, I had to take powder bleach to it to get it off.
... and then I got in the shower. I think you can see where this is going.
Suffice it to say, this is what my bathroom started to look like until I took bleach to it. Sadly my nails could not be saved, and now instead of white nail polish, it is light pink. So I think I've discovered the true meaning of Manic Panic. It's designed to make you panic manically, but addict you to its gorgeous colour so that you keep using it even when you splatter pink all over the shower walls. I've discovered the secret.
I don't have any decent pictures that can capture the fuschianess of it, but there is this, and that's seriously as close as I can get on Google images. As an apology, have this picture of my Simba sitting pretty on the window sill.
