Today I announced to my husband that I was dying my hair platinum blonde. Then I went to the salon and bleached my hair.
This is just weeks after I chopped it off… and that was just weeks after I first chopped it.
I’m now toying with the idea of just shaving it.
And I’m pretty sure I’m going through a midlife crisis. I’m not sure what that means or what I’m supposed to do about it… all I know is that while I’m driving around in my Camry, though my suburb, complaining about my homeowners association, grinding baby food and changing diapers, I will not be mistaken for a “suburban mom”. No way. That’s not me. I’m way cooler than that.
I think it’s time for a new tattoo… and maybe to pierce some more things on my face or something. And to mother fucking split some infinitives. Cuz I’m a rebel.
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