Hi there. Me again. Going back to my roots. By which I mean, I should probably hit the salon for a touch-up on the bleach front, but I'm refusing to do so. Partly because I don't feel like sitting there for hours while the chemicals burn into my scalp, but partly because, well, I kind of love my roots. Am I crazy? I feel a little bit Debbie Harry, a little bit Blonde Ambition. I know, I look nothing like Madonna, and I most certainly am not a rock star. But feeling like one occasionally is not such a bad thing, is it?
Excuse me while I indulge myself and show off my roots...
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