According to hair experts, word on the street is that a girl is supposed to lighten her hair for spring. Well, I felt like being a rebel. So I dyed my hair dark. So dark it might be considered black.
Being rebellious never felt so good. It feels so good I even pulled what Brian calls my gangster-platypus-face. Speaking of Brian, he is the one who dyed my head of hair over the weekend. Don't fret, ladies, I'm working on convincing him to open his own salon.