I got my hair coloured today with five different shades of highlights/lowlights - copper, ash grey, blond, dark brown, [something] - so it's no longer the super virgin black but a very trend-right assortment of pigments.  The studio even had a name for it - Angel of Darkness or something that sounds like that.  And anyway, contrary to popular expectation, I can't post up a picture because a camera's flash can't reflect all the shades nicely and any attempts might just capture a flat color suited (quoting someone) for a chinese porn dvd seller, though my hair (*protective*) is a world away from that.  I didn't sit for four hours with my head pressed down by aluminium foil and more foil until there's only aluminium foil and my scalp and my face left only to present a picture looking like my hair came out of a DIY bottle at my own bathroom.  Right now, I am having a lot of fun involving me and a mirror.  It's extremely satisfying.  Another fun thing I can't stop doing to my hair is tilt my head around and watch different shades get played up at different times, lets say red, then I try to catch that cluster of red but when my fingers touch my hair I can't find the red strands because my hair shifted around from that touch and it's now reflecting dark brown instead.  Then pause, replay.  Of course, the best part: f-r-e-e.  There's no burning guilt like from after a massive shopping trip or an unnecessary pedicure, just sheer cheek-to-cheek glee and I-REALLY-can't-step-away-from-the-mirror excitement.


Well, I successfully (and breezily) devoted an entire post to my hair, hope this incredibly self-indulgent vanity offsets some of the previous super serious work posts and thereby excusing this otherwise unforgivable bimbotic-ity. 
Now, I also did get a pedicure...