Gary Had His Way with Me

Let me start by saying sorry to my brother... his friends call him Gary as a joke, but I assure you, this has nothing to do with him.

Now that we've cleared that up: Gary, is an unassuming middle-aged, sweet, Chinese man. Gary's downfall: his love of color, hair color that is.

I went to my colorist, Gary on Sunday... seemed like a nice day to get a few highlights, spruce things up a bit. What I did not understand is that visiting Gary, on this very Sunday would leave me looking like this:

That's me... the blond girl. That's what I look like now. Gary had his way with me as his muse ... and now I walk away looking like a blond L.A. sex kitten. And we all know that L.A. is the portal to hell... so this is not good.