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oh yeah, hey.. i have a blog. 

 AND I CUT OFF ALL MY HAIR!

so fucked. i chopped off about six inches. i feel like a fuck about it. HOW CAN I BE? how can i be one of them who cries over stupid shit like hair? i don't know how i came to be one of them. 

but i am. and i miss my strands. a lot. 

 well? the world tried to end for on saturday. and it fucking failed. i started my WE ARE TOTALY GOING STRAIGHT TO FUCKING HELL celebrations at home. alone. with flaming hots and guiness. i drank and ate and farted with kitties. the JU swooped me. we drank hennessy and apple juice (I DID, him not) and waited for the shit winds in the sunshine. slightly disappointed? you betcha.

basically, this is the scoop

i

haven't

done

shit

oh, ive pooped. but stil havent done shit. little things have happened.. i got fatter and zittier. been playing with my band, boozin. meeting new folks, rekindling with old folks. fucking off and fucking in. basic shit. oh basic. i word i searched for this weekend. ANYFUCKINGWAYS. this is all i've got. for the time being that it. working my ass off trying to be a good singer. and now, working my ass off trying not to be hella fat. going camping this weekend and i cant fucking wait. going out BIG. the dream?

a beer in each hand, a gut hangin outta my bkini, and somewhere to sleep.... that is not the dirt. 

ok? bye.