I went to see Michael the Extremely Gay Hairdresser today and this is now my theme song:




Here's the proof (manifest in a rare self-portrait. In fact, any picture of me is rare. Kind of like the Red-Footed Booby. I don't know if they are rare; I just like saying "Red-Footed Booby"):




It may be made even more blonde by the reflection off the yellow stripes in the bathroom, but I'm not quite sure.