I dyed my hair.
I used henna with indigo so it would turn my crispy, blonde, fried highlights back to black.
Needless to say, I’m a renegade and didn’t use any gloves. Buuut I Eiffel 65’d my hands
(I’m blue da ba dee da ba DYE).
Get it? ….GET IT?
I might as well just smashed up some smurfs, blueberries, and Blue Man Group balls, with my bare hands.
I didn’t think it would be a big deal, but search results for removal yielded phrases like “a couple of months” and “good luck, asshole.”
Oh well. It’s faded enough that it almost looks like I have a horrible disease sucking the life out of my hands yet leaving me with a fabulous helmet of shiny hair.
Anyways, I hope everyone is having a darling Tuesday.
Until next time, my Chicken Mc-Fug-Lets.