So its 3am, I’m semi tired….but yet…am I in bed?

No, of course not.

M came over and she helped me highlight my hair. I have to admit, I was slightly apprehensive to even have color touch my born-again virgin hair. The last time it was highlighted…let me just say… was rough. It came out bronze-like with caramel undertones. I hated it. Fucked up, I tell you. And it took an entire year for it to painfully grow out. So why go through that torture again? What can I say, I needed a change.

So she came over, dressed in dirty clothes, ready for her mission. An hour later and one blow dried hair after…this is the end result:

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