black hair

on october 15, 2006, i went out on a whim and dyed my hair jet black.

i try to imagine all the things that having black hair means. am i smarter? am i bolder? am i a wee bit wilder? i realize, crushingly soon, that color dye does not permeate into my brain and alter the cell structure. alas, i don’t become winona ryder or angelina jolie.

i think i end up with pseudo-biker chick (if you count my tattoos). and…although biker chick is not what i’m after…i like my hair anyway. something about it feels right. it fits.

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