The Debate Begins Anew

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Blonde or Brunette?

There are two fiercely divided factions. There is no leaning towards one side or the other. Perhaps I should compromise with a very boring sort of brown? Should I simply chunk highlight my hair screaming blonde against my almost-black brunette?

In this decision, there are so many things to consider, maintinence, skin tone, fading, explotation of the hair shaft. (For those of you who say grow my natural color out, I scorn you. You have no idea what you are talking about.)

Being blonde gets me more attention, negative or otherwise, but people also drop my IQ thirty points. I can where decidedly more colors, and my clothing staple of black tends to look a little classier. People say it makes me look happier and generally more likeable.

Being (dark, dark) brunette makes people think I am smarter, whether that is founded or not, is highly debateable. I am more likely to wear bright colors, but instead of being mistaken for Cameron Diaz or Reese Witherspoon, I am told I look like Kelly Osbourne. And, I get lots of questions about being goth, a witch or generally demonic.

I am frought with worry. I know not what to do.

And I haven't even begun deliberating about the haircut.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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