I watched the whole thing too, I just couldn't stop watching.
I need help.
Then I dyed my hair because I figured why not?
I'll tell you why not, and that would be because my hair never comes out right when I dye it.
Never, not once, and yet I still keep trying.
I am an eternal optimist when it comes to my hair (just not love - or anything else). I get tricked in by those cool color samples of fake hair they have and the shiny boxes with the happy haired looking models.
None of them look like whores.
I do now though.
Not even an expensive whore, just a regular everyday whore.
I dyed my hair because it had highlights in it and after last weekend I decided I couldn't live with highlights anymore.
I went to a parade last weekend with around 500,000 people.
Every girl there looked exactly the same. It seems there is a uniform, and here it is:
1. Tank top, with or without bra straps showing, but usually with.
2. Low rise jeans or mini skirt
3. Flip flops
4. Long, flat ironed, highlighted hair, parted down the center.
What the heck?
By the way, people filthed up the city of Tampa completely in less than 3 hours. I always wondered how things deteriorated so rapidly at the Superdome last September, but now I know. We didn't have a hurricane and the town was trashed.
At what point exactly do people start deciding it is acceptable to throw trash in the street? Bottles, cans, diapers - filthy jerks.
Also, in that type of environment, flip flops don't seem to me to be the most sanitary choice of footwear.
I'm just saying.
Anyhow, so now thanks to the fine folks at l'oreal, I know longer have highlighted hair.
That's right, I now have brown whore hair.
Oh whatever, I'm supposed to be writing my friend in bootcamp a letter so she will be entertained. If you were in boot camp, would you want to hear about my whore hair? Too bad, that's what I'm going to write to her about.
2006-02-04 at 9:10 p.m.