By Tara
Gasp! Look at Amanda's hands! Has she been MURDERING people?!?!?
Scream! Is that bathtub filled with unsightly blood?
Vomit! Has Amanda hacked open Tara's head???
No, not yet silly. The girls are just dying.
DYING THEIR HAIR!!!!
I fooled you didn't I.
No? Well... SHUT UP.
You see, Amanda and Tara have a sickness. Their hair is never red enough so they just keep dying it and dying it. It's like an addiction. Yes. They're red hair-dye addicts and they need help. But that doesn't matter. Probably the only reason they love their hair to be red is because David Bowie's hair looked so farking cool when it was red. We'll never forget your awesomeness, Ziggy.
One day Amanda called Tara and told her she had some extra hair dye that she didn't want to throw out, so she offered to put some streaks in her hair. Tara accepted Amanda's offer and went on over to her house where ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE! .... Well, not really. Tara sat down on the toilet lid and let Amanda have her way with her. :)
Before long, They both had bright red dye streaked along their strands. They were in a very stupid frame of mind, so they decided to document their hair dying experience in pictures. Sweet.
Above you will see Amanda's hair with the dye in it, before it has been rinsed. Ooooo! Ahhhhh!
And now you, the viewer of this website, will be treated to a delightful picture of Tara's hair streaked with dye.
Rinsing out our hair was a fun process, especially for Tara whose neck almost broke because her hair weighed about 700 pounds when it was wet. [DISCLAIMER: NEVER BEND OVER AND RINSE OUT YOUR HAIR INTO THE BATHTUB WHEN YOU HAVE 24 INCHES OF HAIR.]
The next pain in the ass was trying to brush through Tara's UNCONDITIONED hair.
After a lot of tedious combing by Amanda and a lot of pain endured by Tara, one side of the head was nice and brushed through...
...Unfortunatley, the other side wasn't so lucky. It had, um... a tangle or two.
Amanda's hair started to dry! We began to see the bright red emerging and became excited. Deep in our minds and hearts, we were ready to take out the scissors and chop our hair into Ziggy mullets. Our better judgement told us not to do that.
Suc-freaking-cess! The red showed up very perdiful in our hair and we were very pleased with the results. Our parents weren't.
After witnessing the happiness of our freshly dyed hair, we noticed the bathtub hadn't drained out yet. Curious.
Amanda found one of the culprits. Rubber gloves don't exactly help the draining process along.
Oh, and a huge glob of our own hair probably wouldn't speed up the draining either. Ewwwwwww....
Once our problems were solved, we hung out in Amanda's living room where Amanda worked on the sets that she painted for her dance school. Nice work, Amanda! You're so hot! I mean, talented!
Tara tried to help Amanda paint a few letters on the set, but Amanda only supplied her with a teensie paint brush that might have been efficient to paint the wings on gnats. So Tara became frustrated and resorted to watching the television instead.
Phew! Dying is fun isn't it? Well, I wouldn't know because I'm still alive. HAHAHA!!! But Dead Tara knows all about that. ;)
Git! Git outta here ya Bowie freak! HOME