(Yes, that's me in uniform, and yes, that's a gun on my belt. I'm wearing a kevlar vest, too - I'm not really that stocky, honest!)
I never really liked being blonde; I swear I could feel my IQ drop a few points every time I got my highlights done.
A couple of years ago, I decided to cross over to the dark side. Not just any dark side; a dark side with purple highlights:
I loved my hair like that, and so did Urbaner. Last February I got a wild hair up my ass, cut it all off and decided I was too old for purple highlights. I chose a mid brown color, close to my natural color, and tried to grow up.
It didn't work. It sounds vain, but I pined for my purple hair. Urbaner said he missed it too. Last week I decided that growing up and dressing your age is highly overrated, and this is what I did:
I went darker, and I got my poiple back.
My poiple is back. I'M back.