Lately I've been looking in the mirror and feeling utterly bored...YAWN... with the person staring back at me. Drab, icky, and entirely too vanilla. Usually when these bouts of boredom come on, they represent something else: stagnant time at work, winter blues, or just the old version of me peeking through who had a penchant for pink hair and combat boots. Usually when I have these feelings I talk them down, telling myself I'm too old, too "regular," but this tiny voice keeps whispering "if not now, when?" Maybe the real issue is my hearing voices, though ;)
If I had guts, these are the photos I'd bring into the hair salon:
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