In order to distract myself from fussing over my hair too much (it makes me really really sad to see the old pictures with the pretty chocolate brown colour, I could weep right now) I will just write down my thoughts.
First of all, it's Sunday evening, finally. Yes, I said it, FINALLY, because unlike Rebecca Black, I just wanted this weekend to end. Seeing some people again, y'know. Dreams are just not the real deal.
And I want to have nice weather this week in order to be able to go swimming with my friends! (Because this kills hairdye, too.)
I shouldn't have spent so much money at the drugstore yesterday, though. I guess it was to compensate that bad haircut. And dye. And oh god, I know everything was going too well. I hate this so much right now. I just don't know if I'm able to go back there and complain about it because that'd just be rude. Ah, I don't know what to do! And if the bottle of dye doesn't reappear, I'll have wasted 10€, too. I just want this haircolour as fast as possible!
There you go, I couldn't suppress my thoughts anyway.
1 comment:
It won't be rude if you tell them something like you didn't realise it was going to be that colour and ask if they can do it again in the colour you want. Makes it seem like it was your mistake
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