blondage < bondage, words to live by

the smell of peroxide burns my nostrils as i brush my bangs into my eyes. IS it the downward motion that makes the bleach smell so bad or is it just the fact that bleach and scalps were never really supposed to mix. Looking in the mirror is sort of a 50:50 shot sometimes I see myself staring back and sometimes I see someone else entirely. Someone from another lifetime maybe. So I try to adjust my secretary-esque glasses in hopes that bringing my attention to the familiar shape instead of alien strands of hair hanging from my damaged scalp. With a shrug and a sigh I continue my day, hoping no one sees the straw like strands and instead substitutes the color for the red that it used to be.

So here I am, dye it back or not, I know that I'm the same person either way, I mean one more car wrecked in blond than in red but really that doesn't make up a person's character does it? I'm just worried that the superficialities of the world will get to me eventually and I'll become more look oriented than brain oriented. That would be bad. '

I'm pretty sure that three hours in a chair cannot makeover someone's whole character, but if it does, is it for the worst? I remember an episode of something or other where a character changed her hair and claimed that she wanted to see someone else staring back at her in the mirror, someone who hadn't made so many mistakes. That's not the case with me, my only recent mistake besides the car crash is laziness and I'm not sure that a hair color can change that. I'm not sure anything but will power can. That's up to me, not whats in a bottle, whether it be of hair dye or medicines.

I'm not sure what I have to say and maybe i just needed somewhere to write. A nice blank text area, whether it be in ms word, a blog or in a bulletin, text areas are quite welcoming :)

As I type in this alien skin of mine, I think that maybe this isn't so bad. I mean it's not permanent. I'm sure the red will return someday.

I do not think blond is my color. In the mirror I like to look at a girl with a full head of red hair, not pale straw colored alien craziness.

I'm not sure. but I think that I still get points for trying something new.

Good times

It's times like these when youre just sitting in front of your computer replaying the triumphs of your day that you realize how beautiful life can be.

I wish I had a couple of sunflowers and a hippy skirt :)

I would go to my forest.
I mean.. if it were spring.

I miss my forest... It's enchanted