It's hard to take pictures of yourself without getting all Myspacey in a bathroom mirror. I did the best I could.
Kyle likes it. He's relieved I don't look like an 80s punk rocker wannabe.
I used to see people with interesting colors in their hair and wonder about them--it made them hoodlums, but also kind of mysterious and cool. Now I am a hoodlum and I'm loving it.
The strongest proof that I feel good about it is that I forget about it when I'm out and about. I'm not at all self-conscious about it, which is out of character.