First of all, because Peter Cetera’s “Glory of Love” just came on Kathleen Turner Overdrive and I have nobody to emotively type the lyrics to, since Wolfdogg is not online. I am now accepting applications for back-up shitty song reader. E-mail your resume to firstname.lastname@example.org.
Second of all, I have hair that is all one color. Granted it’s purpley red, but it’s one color and that is weird for me. Al, the cutest girl on earth™ said it looked very sophisticated and grown up. So there’s that. But the sadness does not come from my grown-uppy hair. It comes from the fact that I forgot to take a picture to show you. Weep now.