do obey all kinds of rules here, don't run away here

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So my hair is red. Before when I thought I dyed it red? I didn't dye it this red. It's real damn red now. I guess it looks "good" because that's the word that lots of people have used to my face, but I think the appelation I would choose is "Mob Wife." All the Italian-American Mas in my neighborhood always seemed to either dye their hair blonde or this winey-purpley shade of red I have on my head right now, and I have always associated this color with Too Much Jewelry, with Ugly But Expensive Handbag, with Overweight Crass Husband With Gigantic Gold Medallion Necklace Peeping Out of Frightenting Chest Hair Thicket Who Seems Bored/Infuriated by Everything She Says. It has some bad connotations for me, is what I'm saying. So I think I'll be dyeing it back.

Yep.