Lauren reminded me of the whole green hair thing. Unfortunately, it was to begin a downward shame spiral which ended in dark-n-lovely chemical hair straightener/loreal preferences permanent black dye/other assorted semi-permanent dark washes. Robyn came to my rescue with a couple of sassy remarks and blunt scissors. And now we will move on.
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Oh mands!
I remember Robyn saying, "you look like a hobo-scientist. Let me cut your hair." And so it ended. Or rather prolonged, because her haircut was godawful and just drug out the the process of getting back my original color and texture. Plus, she gave me square bangs. I wouldn't wish that on anyone.
Yes. Your maroon hair was the first sweet taste of the drug: self-distortion. Thank you.
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