Here's how it went:
Me: I want to streak my hair blue.
Friend: Sure thing.
Me: Is that a request you get often?
Friend: No. We actually ordered the bottle specifically for Mike and haven't used it since.
Me: Oh.
Friend: bleaches, dyes, and effectively kills half my hair
Friend: That's odd.
Me: Eh?
Friend: Your hair didn't dye properly. Half your streaks are blue and the others are still bleach-blond. We're going to have to redo the entire process.
Me: ...right. You do that. *goes to sleep*
Friend: Oh boy.
Friend#2: That's not good.
Me: *wakes up* *panicks slightly* What? What's not good?
Friend: We er... ran out.
Me: OF? *dreads answer*
Friend#2: The hair dye. You're gonna have to come back another day when we've ordered another bottle.
Me: ...oh shit.
And that was my exciting day. I am now multicolored.
Cheers.
Listening to: Would you mind if I hurt you/Understand that I need to/Wish that I had other choices/Than to hurt the one I love
3 comments:
Damn, I'm out on the streets all day looking at people in saloon windows getting their hair dyed, and YOU are one of them?
ARGH, and post a pic.
if this is a serious post I'm going to need to see a picture RIGHT NOW.
P.S. Don't feel bad, I just chopped all my hair off and dyed it (again) and now its, well .. a little bit dead :), Love you
lol.... tonight we have another show so you just MIGHT get a picture. ;)
i'm only sending it to patty though, because i'm feeling spiteful. *cackles evilly*
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