Other times, the feeling sticks around like a virus for a looong time. Maybe a week, maybe a couple of months. That's when I know something needs to change.
I've been dying to dye my hair again. DYYYING. But I know I can't do it. This isn't freshman year anymore (when I had purple streaks in my hair).
|You can kind of see it here.|
I have a job to do and people to meet and a persona of professionalism to give off. Don't you just hate that you can't have bright pink hair and be the CEO of a Fortune 500 company? It's sad.
For now, I have to resort to lusting over what could be.
|Kimmie Kill Zombie|
|Peace & Kopplar|
|The Beauty Department|