Pink hair redux.

Because I absolutely did not make one hundred words last time, and I have a small chunk of words what need saying. So, yes, I died my hair bright pink last night, and no, unlike that erstwhile tattoo I got a while back, it's not a fake. I had intended to give myself some red highlights... then things went awry... and ultimately I just mashed the crap into my head until it all went away. Then came the rinsing and drying and conditioning and awesomizing, and I emerged anew. Looking hot, I might add!

I have been asked Questions A Plenty regarding the new stylistic ouvre on my head. For example:

• "When did you do it?"
  Last night. (This answer will grow increasingly inaccurate as time passes
• "Who did that?"
  I did it. I am capable of colorizing my own head, thank you. It's like an Easter egg, but three orders of magnitude larger, and much more firmly attached to my neck.
• "Did you use Kool-Ade?"
  No. As tempting as it is to turn my head into delicious juice, I used actual dye, as I desired something that would be... you know... effective.
• "Why?"
  ... um... I broke up with my girlfriend Monday. And I therefore reserve the right to be melodramatic. It could be worse.