If you spoke to me on Friday, I was probably freaking out about my new haircut and how I looked like a boy and how short they cut it and how I wanted to stab my hairstylist with a sharp object preferably in the eye.
Well, some Dirt and a darker shade of hair dye later, I am one happy camper and my hairstylist's life has been spared. Sorry to all of those that were really keen on me being a redhead. Those days are over (at least for the time being).
What do you guys think?
