If I was the sort of person who reads her horoscope, I probably would have opened the paper to the following warning: Leo, this is your week to stay away from dye. Dye is not your friend. For the love of God, put that bottle down and don't even think about it until January.
I looked like I'd accidentally suffered a paper cut, whereas I was looking for more of a just-waded-through-a-slaughterhouse-in-m
Context is for the weak! But it'd be rewarding nonetheless.