I was in need of a change. Still am.
Instead of having my platinum locks touched up last week, I went brunette. Now I feel like the shade of shit brown my hair is.
I’ve got no spunk. No pizazz. All my super powers were in my hair.
I’m convinced there’s some other blond somewhere having all my fun and I don’t like it one bit.
Different day. Different dog. Different hair color.