Those of you who have known me for a long time know that I can be, how shall we say — passive-aggressive with my hair. (Let us all stop and remember the Epic Vodka-Fueled Hair Massacre of Graduation Week 2002 fondly.) I had a really bad week, so now I have pink hair.
(And, on that note, may I recommend Rachel at Syd’s Hair Shop in Chapel Hill to anyone with curly hair, or a propensity for wild colors? Because I say to Rachel, “It needs to be pink, and fabulous!” and she makes it so. Rachel is amazing.)