That's it. I've fucking had it. I'm cutting my hair tonight. I just made an appointment to get it done. It's been since December of 2012, and I look RAGGED. My hair is long-ish, but it doesn't look healthy. I'm going to lop about two inches off of it. I'm sad that I cut my resolve after a year, but it needs to be done.
I still haven't gotten to look through my photos from the butterfly Pavilion. Derek took me home last night, and I left my camera in the car. But, even if I hadn't, I got sidetracked. Allen and I watched Contracted, which would have been awesome, except it was a little heavy-handed, and at the end, I felt a bit like the movie pussied out. It was fucking repulsive (I don't ever want to see some chick get fucked, hear the dude tell her she's super wet, and then watch a metric fuckton of maggots fall out of her lady parts. Never again, movies. Never again), but the disgusting factor not following through with the actual plot made the squirms cheap. We're going to watch Maniac tonight, and then Stevie and I are going to hot tub it up again.
I'm eating Tic-Tacs by the handful right now, and it's making my mouth tingle. I'm loving this so much. I have no sense of adult entertainment.
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