Cutting your hair at home is great!

Except that was my second shower today and second change of clothes and I can still... feel... the hair... all over me.

It itches worse than Christina Aguilera's yeast infection.

And I don't want to spend quality time with my grandmother tonight.

Covered in hair.

It's everywhere.

Screaming infidelities and being emo and shit.

But it's back to being quasi-bright red. I get bored kind of easily.

And soon, very soon, I will have a copy up and running of my new smash hit "What's Your Fantasy?" for all y'all to download.

I think I'll put up my Ode to Timothy Tait song too.

Even though I've got no turntables and a lousy computer microphone, I'm still where it's at!

P.S. - Recent discovery of evidence proving that my parents used to be hep cats: Electric Light Orchestra records (among others), photographs of my dad with a Gackenbach-esque 'fro, and 1970's porn books.

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