Thus it is fittingly named. Through dyeing the individual is able to leave behind a part of herself that is unhealthy, and move on to a fresh new outlook on life. More importantly, she sees herself in a new light, and that new self image is the catalyst for healing and renewal...and, if it makes her look even hotter, well, it's a bonus.
Mary and I had both had a horrible week, our respective reasons actually being pretty much the same...we'd both been caused much un-needed stress and drama by two completely different early 20 something Army guys who both happen to be named "Ryan"...funny....
So we were still up at 2am hanging at home on the balcony, chillin' (literally...in about 30 degrees), she was puffing on her signature Marb Reds, and i was sipping smoke from my girlie tobacco pipe.
Anyway, we had both had it with men [sorry Geoff, i mean we had both had it with two particulars specimen of "homo sapiens"(who i cannot even bear to call "homo sapiens"...they're more like "homo stultus") belonging to the class of "Armed Forces" and being known by the particular denomination of "Ryan"]
We were done being pissed because it took to much emotional energy, and the well of tears had long since dried up.
...So, there remained only one thing to do:
Dye our hair.
So, i dragged her off to CVS pharmacy in the middle of the night (our last mid-night drugstore run had been to buy icecream and cosmos, of course). The clerk at the counter was the same one who had been there the previous night, so we chuckled to ourselves, wondering what he thought.
So, we slathered our hair up in that chemical goo that they try to cover up with fruity/floral scents but never quite works (the cherry cough syrup principle), plop down on the easy chair together (because we don't have a couch yet ;P, and start watching "Willow".
About an hour later, our hair emerged from their chrysales of towel turbin, mine as a deep auburn, and Mary's a honey-gold.
She didn't like it though, so no pic was allowed...needless to say, we'll be doing hers again tomorrow =P
But the point is, we both really needed a change, and now feel empowered, for the exterior change is evidence of an inward decision - to put it more philosophically - "Therefore ain't no guy gonna mess with these hot mamas again! Yea, tha's right, bitches! Smack-dizzle, as it were."
(the pic on the bottom was taken last week - its to show the contrast)
6 comments:
Army Guys!?!!?! HAVE I TAUGHT YOU NOTHING?!
Me and Benny are going to have to have a talk about this :P
...and I'm happy you two were watching Willow, it was the balm that cooled my anger.
(and thanks for the parenthetical classification of specific man hatred)
when have you EVER advised me on what kind of guy to go out with?!
I didn't know I need to go into BASIC 101 'Don't date the military'... I thought you would have covered that already.
Your failure was my fault as your educator.
Umm. I'm happily dating an Army guy. I prefer to refer to him as, "My Own Personal Warrior," however.
*shoots a death glare at geoff*
They're about sexy as sexy comes.
Also, Anna darling? Never take a man's advice on who to date unless they're blood related (closer than 2nd cousins, I'd say). Invariably they're just self-promoting.
*shoots geoff again for good measure*
See...look at the violence inherent in the system!!! :P
I'm not saying 'army' guys are bad by any means, I am saying that, based on probability, they tend to be less reliable for certain aspects of stability due to their job requirements.
I think your second piece of advice should be generally adhered to though. See we agree!
Army guy? Why would you waste your time with an army guy?
Stop backpedaling, Geoff, you're making us look bad.
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