Another day... another hair colour!

Last night I decided to dye my hair chocolate brown. Garnier Nutrisse Hair Dye in hand, the assistance of my stylist (and sister Cecelia), and a few hours to kill my new look was underway.

Waking up this morning I had a realization. In the harsh light of day my hair doesn’t look ‘chocolate brown’, it looks ‘dark, dark, dark, dark, dark charcoal black'.

"It's black like my soul!" Vanessa screams at the computer screen.

My little sister, Katelyn, is convinced I'm going 'Single White Female' on her arse, and taking over her identity. Okay, just like Katelyn I might have short hair, a killer side fringe, a MySpace account, a few piercings, black skinny jeans, and new addiction to blogging... BUT… there is one important difference between us.

I AM NOT EMO!

I don't write poetry about my shitty middle-class existence, there are no healed over scars on my wrists from a half arsed attempt at cutting myself, I don't hang on Flinders Street steps and I don't validate myself by the number of people who "comment me" on MySpace.

Hug-a-bug, Vee