The crying of getting a lot of haircuts, the crying lot of getting two haircuts in two days and wanting a third
and yeah yeah blah blah blah blah, not a direct wordplay on the novel, but who cares, I read one page of that book and got much more interested in taking a dump or putting grains of sand into my fingers than reading another sentence, and let me tell you something else. Or ask something else.
WHY DOES EVERYONE LOOK AT ME AND THINK, DANNNNG, SHE WOULD LOOK SMOKIN' GOOD IN A MULLET????????????????????????????????
Hello to the world, I don't look good in a mullet, I don't want Jennifer Aniston's circa 1992 Friends shagcut, I don't want to look like the pretty Chinese girls who shop on Xinle Lu with their intensely layered, banged up, really fucking cutting ass chunky great hair, I just want to look exactly the same way I looked before you gave me a mullet but with less hair all around, IS THAT SO HARD TO DO?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Well here's a blast from the past, when I looked normal and not like the piece of shit you avoided when you were walking through the part of Dolores Park where all the nice dogs play.
This was from the time we only had two more days in London and all my momma wanted to do was go to Buckingham boringcrap Palace and then I got mad and made her take a picture of me with all this horse doo doo. Okay, less crap, doo doo, dookie turd talk in future posts.
And this was also from when I didn't have a mullet and was happy because my parents went with me to the British Museum and were happy as little sun-soaked plants going through the Chinese Civilization Room and then they saw the nice gold expansiveness of the Reading Room and they were happier still and I also learned my dad has a lovely eye for taking photographs and remembered that my brother did too before he hated everything that was not getting a really great score on some game he plays online.
WHY DOES EVERYONE LOOK AT ME AND THINK, DANNNNG, SHE WOULD LOOK SMOKIN' GOOD IN A MULLET????????????????????????????????
Hello to the world, I don't look good in a mullet, I don't want Jennifer Aniston's circa 1992 Friends shagcut, I don't want to look like the pretty Chinese girls who shop on Xinle Lu with their intensely layered, banged up, really fucking cutting ass chunky great hair, I just want to look exactly the same way I looked before you gave me a mullet but with less hair all around, IS THAT SO HARD TO DO?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Well here's a blast from the past, when I looked normal and not like the piece of shit you avoided when you were walking through the part of Dolores Park where all the nice dogs play.
This was from the time we only had two more days in London and all my momma wanted to do was go to Buckingham boringcrap Palace and then I got mad and made her take a picture of me with all this horse doo doo. Okay, less crap, doo doo, dookie turd talk in future posts.
And this was also from when I didn't have a mullet and was happy because my parents went with me to the British Museum and were happy as little sun-soaked plants going through the Chinese Civilization Room and then they saw the nice gold expansiveness of the Reading Room and they were happier still and I also learned my dad has a lovely eye for taking photographs and remembered that my brother did too before he hated everything that was not getting a really great score on some game he plays online.
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