Every time I wash my hands, I get real close to the mirror and count the number of gray hairs that I see. It used to be none and then one and two and three and then well, I don’t really want to talk about it. I’ve always been a big fan of getting my hair colored but it’s so expensive so I haven’t had it done it since December.
I WILL NEVER TORTURE MYSELF AGAIN.
My appointment to get my hair color is in an hour and I don’t even care what color she does, I just don’t want gray anymore. I mean, I’m 25 *cough*, who has this much gray hair at thirty-f….25? (I’m not really sure how I’ll pay for it, I’m thinking I’ll bat my eyelashes and offer her the broken nutri-grain bar in my handbag.)
In other news, I’m really sick. (I texted my hairstylist last night and warned her) Severe sore throat, fever, my ears, neck and head hurt, I’m basically miserable. I woke up in the middle of the night to pee and it was all I could do to hurry and lie back down because the cold almost killed me. I don’t think I have ever been so cold in my life.
I may have cried.
Leave me alone.
So, along with my hair appointment today (which is very, very important) I should probably see a physician because I could possibly die from the sick today.
But at least my hair will be pretty.
Happy Friday, friends.