
Fairly sure that my hair is about to fall the fuck apart at any given moment, but I really enjoy the way it looks okay.

I am now off to help make tamales in my new Walmart Christmas sweater that you are all incredibly jealous of. Yes.

In which Stephanie’s hair is turning green and oh Gods all those library books are incredibly overdue.

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.