Sometimes I wish I had a parent or guardian present when I attempt to do dangerous/utterly stupid things.
Like colouring my hair.
"Remember when you tried to go blonde in high school and it went orange? That will probably happen again" (it did)
"And remember when you decided you wanted a perm so your hair would look like Michael Hutchence's, but you ended up looking like Leo Sayer and then had to get a haircut like Annie Lennox?" (rest assured I learned from that one)
There's a reason they wouldn't let me take chemistry in high school. They knew the havoc I would wreak.
I shouldn't be allowed near chemicals*. Someone remind me in future.
* except for the fun party variety
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