Mood: Feeling Old
Song of the Day: "Disease"- the Phillip Phillips American Idol version
I looked in the mirror today and what I saw appalled me. You can laugh at what I just said because I basically left myself open for mocking but I have a real reason for the shock and panic! I found another grey hair! I found one over the Summer and it made me want to cry; then, I found another one yesterday. And then when I was showing Jim my grey hair this afternoon, I started to see even more and more and well...you know where I am going with this! Devastation! Why? Why me? That makes me old, right? Like grey hairs make you old!
Jim (the boy) told me that I should just pluck it but clearly he never saw the "Sex and the City" episode where Samantha found a grey in her pubes. She flipped her lid because that meant that she was getting older and when she thought of plucking it, she had one reaction: pull one and the others come to its funeral. Basically, if I pull these few hairs out, all of their grey friends will come to mourn the death. How is that fair? Maybe it is just me being dramatic but I don't want to go grey. Sure, some people look great salt and pepper but I am not ready to take the silver plunge.
I bought hair dye and I was mad. I used to love to dye my hair, sometimes twice in one week but now it has become a chore. I think that I resent why I am dying it. Not the roots but the stray greys staring at me and laughing. They have fingers and they are poking at me saying "haha, you're in your thirties. You're going grey!" Well guess what you grey little fuckers...in the morning you will just be a memory and though we will meet again, I will continue to annihilate you! I'm a Blanche or a Rose not a Dorothy when it comes to "The Golden Girls" of hair!
Much Love,
Mandi
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