one time when i was living back in georgia a couple of years ago i drank a whole bottle of wine and decided that i couldn’t go on living unless i went blonde that instant. i woke up the next morning full of the worst sort of regret. my hair was fried beyond belief and it took it a whole year of chopping it off and growing out before it was normal again. booze is dumb.
here, have a picture of me. i’m getting rid of my red hair so i’m trying to take pictures to remind myself why i don’t ever need to dye my hair red again. i’ve also recently realized i have a huge forehead. somehow i went 30 years not knowing this and now it can’t be unseen.