I am in the middle of the most stressful hairdying session ever so basically today I got my roots bleached because they haven't been bleached in the longest time and then i get home so i gotta dye it right so I shampoo my hair and
inhale
get out of the shower and put in the hair dye and sit around for 40 fucking minutes that ended up being wasted because once i wash it out i notice it only bit on like a very small patch of the newly bleached stuff and not at all on the rest of the hair which makes no fucking sense like I
inhale
would get it if it was like it only bit on the blonde bits and not the parts that still had bits of purple in it but that was not the case so like what the fuck is that shit even about so i'm like i gotta fix this cus i am meeting some folks this weekend and I ain't meeting one single fuck looking like this sad rainbow pineapple smudged out on the street by a road raged driver so I
inhale
put in some darker purple like mate imma fix this shit but then i realize fuck mate i am not gonna fix this because i do not have enough purple for this game that is my thickass hair so i proceed to zoom fast like the flash into the shower and vigurously wash it out with head n shoulders shampoo to the point that my hair is like sandpaper and my scalp is screaming for the sweet release of death and then I exit the shower and
IIIIIIINHAAAAAALE
add this atlantic blue color instead which just goes CHOMP I LOVE YOUR HAIR
AND YOUR SKIN TOO
AND YOUR FLOOR
AND YOUR CUPBOARDS
AND LITERALLY EVERYTHING YOU DO NOT WANT ME ON
so i then have to stressfully clean dat shit up but at least it seems like the color in my hair is turning out FUCKING FABULOUS so I'm like this will be a good day after all BUT THEN
I take care of some dishes
and accidentally drown a fly I didn't notice
And watch it squirm and crawl in attempt to hold onto life
And now I'm sad.