Call me shallow, but I'm still distressed about my hair. The bright redness at the roots faded somewhat when I put the brown dye on top of it, but the bottom half of my hair is still darker. D insists that it's not noticeable, but it IS.

I was whining to someone about it yesterday, and I said, "My hair is just so tied to my identity." The moment I said it, I regretted it because I knew it made me sound extremely vain and superficial, and anyway, it's not true. There's so much more to me than my hair, obviously.

But think about it: if you were to suddenly shave your head or dye it bright pink or blonde or whatever is drastically different from the way you have it now, wouldn't you feel different? And wouldn't you, upon feeling different, be compelled to act differently? You would.

Oh, come on! You know you would.

So now that I have this reddish haze around the top of my head, I know that it doesn't look THAT bad, but it's definitely not the way I want it. It definitely has a look that's not me.

I've been researching various methods of removing dye from hair, but they all sound so toxic. After dyeing my hair three times Saturday, I'm lucky it's not falling out. It actually still looks pretty healthy. Thank god I have thick, strong hair. Anyway, I've decided against color stripping, because I don't want to push my luck. Slightly red roots are better than broken, damaged hair. I guess I'll just have to wait until my hair grows out before I do anything else to it.

Unless I just can't stand it anymore and try to dye it again.

Don't let me!