Of the Manic Panic dye used to color my hair pink there is only a tub of "Bad Boy Blue" left, and I'm wary about using it. It'll go bad eventually, so perhaps I should, but I quite like the platinum as it looks now and expect I'd look more Nicki Minaj (clownish) than Tragic Kingdom era Gwen (ska/cyber-punk). Even as I write this I want to do it more. Nick said he'd help me, and he doesn't leave for his film gig until noon, and why not, and why?
Everyone gets a kick out of cotton-candy headed punks like me, don't they?