starfrosting | there's a shaking in my knees there's a cold chill

Pints of Guinness do make you strong. I figure if nothing else I will drink sweet mother's milk by the pint glass over there. And also, you know, have a lot of fun and learn a shitload about analytic metaphysics whatever that is. The reason I'm affirming this in such a silly way is that all my dreams last night were filled with anxious "you're supposed to be going away but you missed the deadline/can't remember the name of the place/are entirely fucked" kinds of dreams. Those could be about anything, but the travel metaphor made it seem about going to Dublin.

Today I will get my hair cut.
Today I will spend some time with my mom, eating lunch.
Today I will pack, because I've left myself no other choice.

I really need to find a way to leave the states in a good state of mind. For some reason I'm hoping getting a haircut will help, like maybe I can do a little spell that as my hair is cut all the shit that's making me feel like shit falls away. Oh my g-d I am such a queen.

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honey, be sure not to cut too much from the back: otherwise how're motherfuckers gonna be able to get yer attention?

from the front flop?
but yes, I'll be careful w/the back. I have a tendency to get it short which makes it hard for grabbing.

good boy.

however, if you do find yerself cutting it short--at least give it a good hard tug fer me (in my head, i said that in my thickest lowcountry accent).

I'll be sure to give it a good hard tug for ye.

pseudomonas me scripsit anno 2005

that is the gayest, sweetest thing, and I guess it's pretty damn narcissistic that I like it so much. (I like the arm one in green!)

there's a shaking in my knees there's a cold chill

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give up yer jaded ways, spell yer name to g-d

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haha

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