The Magenta Mid-Life Crisis

As you can tell from my last post, I'm kind of in the dumps.  Ehh, it's whatever and it'll pass.  I'm just so discontent with all facets of my life right now that I feel BLAAAAAAH.  It's like, I work at least 60 hours a week, most weeks more like 70 and have absolutely nothing to show for it.  I'm not going out and having any fun.  I'm not buying any fun things.  Hell, Saturday afternoon was the first time that I spent any time with the big kids in like a month now...  I'm paying lawyers.  Yes, plural.  Mine and Evan's.  $500 every two weeks alternating to each of them.  Ugh.  It's no wonder I feel like a loony these days.

So yeah, I'm in a mood.  Gavin and I were at Walgreen's the other day and I was looking at hair color.  I've been severely neglecting my appearance other than tanning these last few months, so I figured it was time to do something to the mess on top of my head.  That faded ugly brown that I suppose is my normal hair color was starting to creep back in.  Not to mention the gray hair.  Ugh.  Yeah, there are some of them....  As with my normal disinterest in EVERYTHING these days, I let him choose the color.  He chose red.  Well, first he chose blond, but I just don't look good as a blond because my hair always turns this weird orangy color.  He got off that and went on to red.  I've been progressively going more and more red over the last 6 months or so, and I kind of like it.  This was RED RED though.  Fuck it.  It's just hair.  I bought it and we headed home.

I should start out by saying, if you ever see what's below while coloring your hair, you might want to stop before you even start.  Bad omen #1...

My bathroom looked like a murder scene by the time I got it all into my hair.  Brandon asked me if I was bleeding from my head somewhere....  Fun times....

The end result was this, which doesn't even do the color justice.  It looks red in this picture.  It's not.  It's magenta.... Pay no attention to those dark circles under my eyes, they're permanent anymore....

More like this, but even this doesn't do it justice...

I should probably care that I'm 32 and have hot pink hair right now.  My mother is mortified by it.  It really doesn't bother me.  I had to go over it a second time because there were still brown spots in it and it looked weird.  Dying it a second time made it even more pink.  Oh well, it's whatever.  I may decide to shave it all off tomorrow, who knows..  I do feel like I need a trendy lip or nose ring to go along with the hair, lol....