kev1n

kill it dead.
kill it demon.

if anyone knows where i can get a nice necklace with a piece of obsidian on it, let me know.

or maybe a shotgun. whip out my sawwed-off. bitches get hauled off.

my one brother is at school. the other, who cares where he went. i've the house to myself. it's amazing.
i mean, not that i do anything different. i'm always loud with my music.
it's still nice.

i need to dye my hair. i think i figued out why i could never match my roots when i had my hair white. because my hair is greying already, and they don't make dye in greying shades.

20. greying hair.
that either means i'm dying faster or that i'm management material.

point is, i'm dying it. probably some sort of red. like a cherry/mahogany-ish.

and that's the end of that chapter.

officer down.
-K