*Gulp*

I had a haircut last night.

1. The red is almost entirely gone from everywhere but my eartails.
2. It's 8 weeks to Squeefest (Eeeee!)
3. So I booked in to be turned into a blonde on 5 July.

That'll give me about a month of *being* blonde, before I go scarlet in time for Amecon. Assuming I don't decide that I love being blonde so much that red can go hang, that is.

Hairdresser is more worried than I am about what'll happen to my eartails. They might end up dirty pink or ginger, and she won't be able to tell until it's too late (unless she does a strand test. Which I said not to bother with, because it's not as if it's going to stop me).

On one hand, it's only hair. It'll grow out, and everyone at work is egging me on.

On the other, holy *crap* what am I going to look like?




(The long term plan, such as it is, is to stay scarlet for a while until it gets old, possibly try chestnut for a while, then go back to bue-black. Blue-black felt *right*.)

RAGE

After fluff, have some RAGE.

pc_bloggs links to a Washington Post story about the rape conviction rate in the UK.