How mind one lost her soul.

Mind one here!!!

So for those of you who have never met us, or seen pictures. We are red heads. Both of us. Yes. We are gingers.... There is a difference though. We aren't those super pasty, scary vampire, psychotic killer gingers. We are normal looking, pretty freakin attractive, intelligent, sexy, gingers.

Mind two is a natural ginger. She was born with light auburn hair.

Mind one. Was born brilliantly blond. Like the color of melted pee-snow (Pale white with a yellow tint. That's descriptive writing for you). As time went on I became a brunette. But as middle school struck, so did an extreme need to create my own identity. These two years consisted of so many hair color changes, honestly, I don't remember 80% of them. There was purple streaks, all over Burgundy color, blond streaks, fire engine red streaks. Seriously, it was like that horse in the wizard of oz. Each week would be a new color. Secretly I had always wanted to be a red head though, it took three years (middle school then freshman year) to work up the 'nads to actually dye my hair red.

Many people are familiar with the whole joke "Gingers don't have souls" well, I used to have a soul....
USED TO.

I sold my soul for flaming locks. And its great. Everyone. Sell your souls. You feel so much more free.

Mind Two:

Mind One is completely right. I having been a redhead all my life, know this. It is completely amazing. Seriously, people are scared of you. They never want to fight you because they know: GINGERS KICK ASS. It is common knowledge. People without a soul are the best. They win every fight, by default. As soon as someone sees your hair color, they're all like "Oh hell no. I ain't gonna mess with that chick. Even if I am black and probably bigger than her. Ginger's are just too mean." See, even black people are scared of us. So you might as well just sell your soul now, before everyone reads this and realizes just how amazing us redheads are.