Iron

I feel like doing something stupid and reckless right now. Not something harmful. Just something different.

Like dyeing my hair blond, for example. I would, but I am morally and aesthetically opposed to it. Quite frankly, orange and blond look revolting on Asians. Maybe a light orange on girls. On guys, nah, revolting. My absolute favourite would have to be dark red/burgundy on girls, and brown comes a close second. I wouldn't mind mine being dark red. Having said that, however, I think my hair looks best in black. But I may just do something to it just for kicks. Watch the hair.

One could actually argue that dyeing my hair would be reckless in a harmful way. But I'll pretend that argument isn't valid.

This week's been quite topsy-turvy. Started off kinda dodgy, ended quite nicely. Sort of. Whatever. There were good moments throughout, so I'll just be happy with that I guess. It's just sometimes I wish the irony gods would leave me alone for a day or two. That'd be pretty sweet. Would've been a great end to the week if they hadn't interfered. But then, it wouldn't really be my life if it wasn't ironic, would it?

Word of the Day: Irony