laddery

Nicole commented to me that if being a lad is indeed what I'm about, it may be time that I gather the courage, sense of self, and indomitable sense of style necessary to rock a Liam-esque floppy haircut. I like the idea, but I have to admit to a great amount of trepidation. Hair is so gendered: could I pull it off? And I have such issues with growing out my hair (namely I can't--I always cut it)...Still, an intriguing possibility.

Also I've been smoking less lately, but I'm smoking a handrolled Gauloise as we speak. Glorious. I kinda wanna quit but know that doing so before finals would be disasterous. Better I wait til next semester and be assured of success, especially since I so detest thr finality and identity shit around quitting smoking. I'd prefer to stop without that necessarily signifying any future meaning. Word.

I really want to go eat some Thai tofu before more Modest Witness.