Get down with Brown
So everyone knows my theories on haircolor, and how basically I see brown as a very average hair color that never belonged on my above average head. That is how it grows, and that was not how it was to be. However, I have decided the trashy platinum complete with regrowthy trashy roots has become too much of a burden to bear in keeping up with maintenance, breakage, whatever the fuck.
So yeah, my hair is brown. Dark brown semi-permanent that will schange states when I ffigure which shade is appropriate. Red with chocolate streaks what have you.
I have become very zen lately because things just require that from me at this time. I had sex with my ex twice last night and then came home to my now boyfriend who admitted he would have done the same had he been near his ex who he’s in love with; so I win on both fronts.
Plus, I figure this:
brown is chocolate, fudge, the color of the earth where everything grows and the color of what lies beneath an all-too-curious-penis in the throws of some of my super horny porno talk.
Brown. Classy. HA!
