Please God

It happend again. I got bored. I do quite often, not unlikely with a new hairdo as the result. Now I'm afraid I may have developed similarities with a carrot. The hair is not dry yet so I can't really tell whether it's a catastrophy or not. Over the last couple of years I've tried almost every colour and every length there are. It all started out with me being a regular non-blond. The very classical colour of the rat, that is. From there I decided to go tobacco brunette. Then blond for real. Then I got myself a mad spiral perm. Tiny tiny, never felt so wild. Then straight again. Then red. Then short. Really short, not bob-short. My head was a punkrocker. Then it suddenly turned black. Oh yes. Grandmother thought I looked cute though. Then... nothing. Well, 12 millimetres, but that's close to nothing. Then, since I came home from Ecuador about a year and a half ago, I've actually managed to do very little about it. It's all naturally curly and I like it. Until today when I got bored. Now I await the doom of the Lifetex nutri-care complex, color nutrition, reflex shampoo with shine lights and cinnamon oil. (Suddenly I feel like I've probably destroyed a bit of nature while doing it, too.)

Well, please pray for me.