After a girl breaks up with a dude she experiences a metamorphosis, she's stronger, better, she hates her hair, she hates the man who dumped her and must destroy it, her hair, so she bleaches her hair blonde and waits for the new 'her' to represent. It is my experience that Blondes do NOT have more fun. I was blonde for a year and finally gave it up today. I'm red again, I was redhead like during the blonde faze but it didn't have the same acidic values that a dyedtrue redhead has. I'm me again and I LOVE it. Dark CherryRed.....Me, Happy, yo.
God or whomever it concerns did not want me to be Blonde, yeah, I tried, but it's so not me. I'm an apathetic overachiever with a healthy 'bad' aim thing going on of massive proportion.
While on the main road to the Gorge in George last weekend, my sister tired of my passenger seat ranting, as she was putting on her tennies, stared at the neverending line in front of her Suburban, and she says to me "Somewhere up there is a neurotic woman screaming at the cars in front of her" LOL, she gets me, and I adore that. I'm bitchy, pissy, and I've got things to say, that matter, really.....mmmkay. I'm a redhead, I'm a toxic neurotic and if your lucky I'll smell your finger, or not.
