Yesterday I figured was the perfect day for some drastic changes. My horoscope (daily mail shizzle) said Deep, significant and radical changes are coming your way. Don't fear them.
My reaction: Radical changes, yeah baby! Let's add some Marilyn Monroe to my Kate Moss-blonde coupé. Three hours later I returned to my home, looking like a lighthouse.
Fair enough.
I now know every single joke there is about people with red hair. It was a nice change from the blonde-jokes...
"I spy with my little eye something that's orange, white and green."
- "The Irish Flag!"
"No...." *puts on a devillish grin and glances over at me*
However, since orange really hadn't been my goal, I went back to ask for a jar of bleach today. They looked at my bright orangy haircolour and decided (group decision) that it wasn't blonde. Yeah. 12.03PM, bright moment! Anyway, I spent another two hours reading 1984 with a black-haired woman staring at me in awe.
YES. I DO LIKE CARROTS! WHY DID YOU ASK?!
Thirty pages later, I was blonde.
The girl who dyed my hair now has a new slogan on her business card.
Changing devils to angels in under two hours!
Thank you, thank you very much.