i'm bored and sullen at a friend's house. so i am grossing myself out.

no. i have permission to sit around and cry and be pathetic and look at gross stuff for at least like, 5 days or so.

note the emo-ness of my avatar. it speaks for itself.
 
actually someone died.
to put it blankly.

relationship troubles never really affect me at all, to be honest.

but, it's been a hard day's night dude.
 
"Hey George, the ocean called...they're running out of shrimp!"

"Oh yeah? Well, the jerk store called...and they're running out of you!"

"Yeah? Well you're their best seller!"

"...well, I had sex with your wife!"

(dead silence)

(muttered) "George, his wife is in a coma..."
 
well.. what the fuck have i just done to myself?

in a fit of despair i allowed my friend to pay aveda exhorbitant amounts of cash to dye my hair incredibly dark and put froofy smelling crap all over my head and massage my scalp and shit.

now i look even more beatles. pale as fuck, and i can't tell if this is going to be okay or what.
 
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