
After going pink, I kept getting the whole, “Oh, you should dye it red again, it really suited you!” and “Eh, I liked the red better. You should dye it back.” So I’m standing in the middle of Sally’s, right, with two bottles of Vampire Red Manic Panic in my hands all ready to go and shit before I realized that the only reason I was going to dye my hair red was because so many people told me to.
And that just didn’t fucking fly with me. Now my hair is blue.