BLEACH

I love change, who doesn't?

So yesterday I took my fat ass and put it on the subway heading to the northern suburb where my best friend has her apartment.

My hair has been yellow, orange or something since April the twentieth, but blonde as blonde I thought, whatever that means.

Anyways. For three days I have been craving plums, and this craving has lead to some congestial problems, or anti problems. Hence I had to visit the Water Closet as fast as I stepped into the smokey apartment on floor 5. Whilst I was sitting there with cramps and eventual relief I spotted something that my inner Russian loved, a pack of bleach. I yelled at my best friend to come in to the Water Closet and that's when it happened.

"I trust you, my friend. I put the fate of hair in your hands and it's up to you to take good care of it, you hold my future." She muttered in Polish and I in Russian since our nationalities don't love each other. But MY GOD, she made my hair totally FAB! It's so blonde and so not yellow or orange and I just love love love love it! Now I have to clean the apartment. Bye!