My hair looks awful. AWFUL. Under no circumstances should I ever be allowed to go to a salon when I am feeling like I want to be spunky. Because I always say, “do something fun,” thinking that I would actually be ok with what the hairstylists deems as fun.
Well, I’m not ok with it. I’m just not. I guess I’m just not the do-something-spunky-on-my-head kinda girl…anymore. The hairstylists apparently thought I should be more (fake) blonde. And by blonde I mean horribly orangish (Lindsay lohan-ish) TERRIBLE.
To sum this all up: I’MMMMM UGGGLLLYYY