I got a new haircut. Mom, don't shoot me. She was trying to convince me to grow my hair out. I grew it out long enough for an up-do. I couldn't take it anymore. I also couldn't take (gulp) being 'just another ding-bat blonde', so I did some color. You know, brunette, burgundy...a little purple. Why not?

Okay, you can't see the purple. It's subtle. And it beats that stupid poem. You know the one.
When I am Old, I Shall Wear Purple. Blech.