Dyed Hair is Vranka

Yesterday I was so desperate for some kind of change that I bought four boxes of hair dye. Today, my hair is a different color. Cocoa, to be exact. I don't know what it looks like yet, it's still wet as I type this.

Sica and I are coming up with our own argot. Unfortunately, our first two words were labeled as racist by Mom. So, we're trying to come up with some new ones.

That's so vranka.