And It Was... Yellow

“Yellow” is what my Grandpa says when he answers the phone.
The letters ‘Discount Building Supplies’ are Yellow.
Yellow is the name of a Coldplay song.

I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow

Yellow is the shade my teeth are slowly becoming.
Yellow is the frickin’ legal pad I write on all day.
In Sin City, they bled… Yellow.
Yellow are my parents’ eyes when they had hepatitis.

Yellow should NOT be the color of my hair.

As Picasso had his blue period, I suppose I am now having my Yellow period.

Since I’ve been dying my hair permanent black for so long, this yellow phase on my way to platinum is to be expected. But still, it hurts… just a bit. Four long weeks it will be before I can re-dye my cabeza. Right now, it slightly, well, maybe not so slightly, resembles straw… feels like straw, looks like straw… sometimes I think, “hey maybe it is straw?!”

Already self-conscious about taking the hair out on the town, I stepped out my front door to be greeted by a middle-aged drunk man who asked, “how much?” It couldn’t have been provocative clothing because I was wearing a high-necked long sleeve black vintage top with jeans and flat shoes… nothing hoochie about it.

In conclusion, it was the Yellow hair… apparently my Yellow period is also my Tramp period. Cool. Patience, April, patience. I will not, however, have patience beyond 4 weeks… action will be taken. If I bleach it again and Platinum does not prevail and/or my hair falls out, it’s going blue or purple. Once the blue or purple fade, it’s SHAVE city for me. I’m thinkin’ not a full shave – maybe a mini-mohawk? We shall see, but I have to get excited about other prospects should this quest for Platinum from Onyx brutally fail.