Let the Professionals Handle This

Like hair bleaching, some things should be left to the professionals. It was roughly two years ago, I found myself with a little free time on my hands. And like they say, idle hands can be the devil's plaything, and I was trying to stay busy, obviously to avoid evil as always. I bleached my own hair. Half way through, I called my friend Joey to help me apply the bleach to the back of my head. He helped A LOT. But neither of us were licensed in this practice. It was too strange and I dyed it back to brown within twelve hours.

The following year, I had a job and payed someone to make my hair blonde. It was fun while it lasted.

This evening, five hundred dollars into an ongoing investment a professionally styled head of blonde hair, at eight-thirty-seven, I had fully committed to bleaching my own roots. What is pathetic is that I failed to learn this lesson. And what's more important is that I didn't lose my resilient nature in the past two years.

I tell myself to keep hoping. Yet, now that I've made this mistake twice, the only time I'll ever make my hair blonde again ( by myself at least ) is only if I am put into the witness protection program and it is required to avoid death.

Although I enjoyed galavanting as a bombshell of a different descent; and conducting my own psychology experiment ( yes, people dooooo treat you differently ) ( and yes, I had my own little joke about being a white bitch barbie ); every time I looked in the mirror for more than ten seconds, I missed my old self.

Above all, I'll have more money for cigarettes this year. Like my friend Jeremy says, "she quit her job once so she could have more time to smoke".

True.