I cut my hair I cut my hair I cut my hair!
Your President is now The President.my Dad says to me. and I smile and smile and smile
There you are, Snow. Cold’s been hanging around looking (being) bleak and pointless, waiting for you to get here.
Logos is home!! Let’s get him settled back in… [written on Dani]
Much dreaming last night.
I need to ramble. I need to crash everything and reboot….without crashing things. maybe I’m crashing some things. or, more likely, letting things crash.
Too much at once… too much because it’s unfocused and unproductive things.
I feel like I’m battling my subconscious a bit. And my subconscious is subtle and sly with me.
Usually when I go to get my hair cut, this is what happens:
I tell the person I’m growing my hair out, so just to trim it according to her judgment but to leave it long as possible. In the course of their trimming, bit by bit I usually lose a good 3-4 inches each time this happens.
This time, yesterday, I tell the person I’m growing my hair out, so just to trim it according to her judgment but to leave it long as possible. So she immediately takes up a huge chunk of my hair and combs it all straight up over my head, and without a hesitation lops off about 5 inches with one snip.
Pineapple Express is pretty hilarious.
Osborne Junior tends to remind me of Heath Ledger.
Watched the Watchmen trailer.
… Dani was shipped away without my consent. I don’t know where he is except that it’s a place called a “depot”. They say they’re taking care of him and he’ll be all better when I see him again. But I can’t think of seeing him again until at least the first week of September. I’m not going to yell. I’m not going to cry.
I might cry.
Danium is about to turn three years old. This is not good.
Hello coffee. How have you been?
I think I caught an iPhone crush over the weekend. But I trust I’ll be cured (again) soon.
Heh. Laughter really is a social tool for communicating with/appeasing others.