After a brief and frightening run-in with fuschia, my hair is purple again.

For some reason, the dye didn't take well the first time, and I had to spend a whole day running around with flaming lightish red hair. It really wasn't good.

All is well now, even though for some reason the purple refused to deepen to that luxurious deep plum. I'm actually ( Read more... )

Watching the clock, it's five o' clock, it's got to stop....

Okay, so I'm an hour off the lyrics.

But it is five o'clock, and I am watching the clock.  Not sure what's gotta stop, though.  Maybe this burning sensation on my forehead.

I decided that yet ANOTHER repurpling was in order.  The new Manic Panic formula does NOT last.

Well....

Yeah.  ( Read more... )

Okay, I gave up and dyed my hair again. As well as spots on my arms, neck, uhh, and thank goodness I was wearing a shirt, or I'd have purple-spotted boobs, too ( Read more... )