I Blame Liz.

I had a wonderful dream last night in which I got a drastic haircut (Beatles crop, but with eartails) then dyed it neon pink.

Ok; I didn't enjoy the bit where I dreamed Mum yelled at me for it, but I did like the rest.

I know Liz has pink hair, but I'd want mine to be enormously red; as red as my car. I wish I had a job where I could get away with it.