deckwreck

So the other day I went and got my hair cut. I figured that having neat, shorter hair would attract girls exponentially better than my former long, scraggly, not enough money to get a haircut hair.

Apparently, I was wrong. My charms totally failed tonight. Fuckin' lame.

In hindsight, I suppose it wasn't that bad; it isn't like I got blown off or anything, my interest was just not returned. I suppose it happens to the best of us.

But I can't help but blame it on this shitty haircut. Bah.

I have determined that Scopitone is corect, and that I am indeed a drunk. I'm drunk right now, in fact. Ah well, i'm sure by the time I need a new liver one of you fuckers (strikinghelix, I'm looking at you!) will have figured out how to either clone them or make a working prosthetic.

it really is difficult to keep my intellectual abilities up to par while routinely pickling my brain. And on that note... time to pass out.