Thursday, November 18, 2010
I'm not a really girly girl.
I don't get my nails manicured. I don't collect designer handbags. No closet full of fancy shoes.
Most of my friends are dudes. I love sports and beer. Ya'll know what a ham I am, I don't care if I look silly.
I've got a mouth so dirty that even the Orbit girl runs the other way.
Get the picture?
But nothing floats my boat more than getting my hair done. Girly girly girly. I don't get to go as often as I like. But I did get to go this morning, and I feel FANTASTIC.
I've been colouring my hair since I was 12. It's been every natural colour out there. Black was the worst mistake I made, when I was 14. Washed my skin out so badly I looked like a fat vampire trout.
Blonde hair looked awesome on me, but waaay too much maintenence. And it wasn't really me.
Red on the other hand...I should have been born with it. Nothing makes me feel more like me than flaming red hair. As my hair soaks up the dye, I also soak up confidence. Makes me stick out in a crowd in a good way.
People always think it's natural. They don't know that the carpet doesn't match the curtains, and I'm good with that.
I'm very vain about my hair. I think one of the reasons I've been kinda down and awkward the last couple of weeks is because it was 4 months since I had it last coloured. More roots than a truck full of carrots. I looked like a hobo.
But I'm back baby!
*does a little dance*
I feel like a Femme Fatale. A sexpot. A minx.
Chuckles better watch out when he walks through the door...