So, amidst the crazy midterms I currently am getting bent over and intruded by, I still somehow found time to bleach my hair and have like a fifth of it break off to a couple inches, resulting in a really intense emergency haircut at my old work (Hair Club for Men). It's really embarrassing going into a high end 'salon' for the first time after quitting with the most ridiculous chemical haircut pleading for help.
RIP hair, I tried to grow you out for a couple years after my mohawk, but apparently you had other plans.


Tonight I am going to Hater's Ball, because it's at a skate park and because it's five dollars. <3>