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So we went to this fabulous black light party - I love having friends that really enjoy throwing huge bashes. We had the whole upstairs to this swanky club - and it was super decked out for the party - black lights, moving lights, paint-yourself areas, etc, etc. A total experience.

Anyway, I felt like doing something really big and out there, so I totes put a mohawk (more fauxhawk) in my hair. It. was. ridic. I was pretty much obsessed with it.

This picture is terrible, for many reasons, mostly disappointingly because it is not from the side, and you therefore, dear reader, cannot witness the full glory that was this mohawk. Also, I look gross, and you can't see my cool eye makeup and bitchin outfit (I'll brag a little...I was pretty pleased with my whole look for the evening, if this self-indulgent post wasn't a big enough clue for you) However, it does somewhat show...gives your imagination some fodder for how it looked.

That's really all this post is for. To show off my mohawk. I can't wait to rock it again sometime....hopefully though, this time, I won't have a terrible headache the next morning. And no, it wasn't from the 53 bobby pins I had in my hair.

Also, hopefully, you won't judge me too much for this post. Really. I surprise myself sometimes with my silliness.