holy shit! no wonder blondes are dumb. there is only time to think about your fucking hair when you are blonde, i swear! it’s ridiculous. making it straight and keeping it not-big, as in, frizzy crackly dry is ruining my life and i have to think about it a lot and then when i see other blondes with their nice hair ends and then look at my hair ends i feel like a big lazy hippie and i want to hide in a library forever and make myself a pair of spectacles out of multi-coloured pipe cleaners and then i am looking at all the pictures of me with long black hair and it makes me hate myself, just a little bit. and i am still not use to walking around with this obnoxious hair, i want to hide it with hats and stupid ponytails and then when i go to all the trouble of making it nice and sleek and straight and i go out and take off my hat and NOBODY CARES OR SAYS ANYTHING AT ALL ABOUT IT I WANT TO KICK OUT A WINDOW AND SMASH THINGS BECAUSE HELLO MY HAIR IS A WHOLE OTHER COLOUR NOW AND IT WAS EXPENSIVE SO FUCKING ACKNOWLEDGE IT AND KISS IT YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyway.

blonde hair = my new enemy = it’s too late to turn back now = something new to complain about = awesome