I am one of those people who have mood hair. You can always tell what kind of a day I am having by scoping out the ‘do. I have dyed my hair various shades of blonde, red brown, black, an interesting mix of cherry black and violent pink and lots more that I can’t remember because it’s so fucking early and I have to get this done like right now and I’m so tired because I haven’t slept in like four days and…What I’m trying to say is that I am damn tired. And I fell asleep in the sun yesterday at my friend Katie’s cottage and now I am sunburned in my bits.
I have cool hair though. And it’s only going to get better, because it’s almost time for Willow to redo her brightly colored coif and I’m thinking there might some chartreuse in my hair’s future.
Or maybe not. It is after all, mood hair.
Why do blondes always feel the need to tell how naturally blonde they are? I even did it, as a sort of way to justify the change in hair color. I don’t have to justify my hair needs and/or wants to anyone. It’s my hair, and if I want to shave my head and get a flaming heart tattooed on the back of it that is my right. Calm down, Mom, I was just trying to make a point. Jeez.
The point here is that I should not be made to feel like a retard just because I like to dye my hair. There are so many people out there with legitimate social disorders, but you’re going to pick on me? Think about this for a minute. I just changing my hair color. Not knocking over 7 Eleven’s. Why do I have to tell you people these things?

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