i has it

All of you. Today. When my teacher handed out a 5 page syllabus written with Comic Sans.

I can't sleep and I have to get up early for classes. I'm going to try chugging one beer. Usually one beer helps me wake up early (although more than one makes me wake up late).

I will test this and let you know if I fucked myself over by chugging beer at 12:30 am.

I'm getting a job at an emergency vet clinic, triaging the incoming animals, so I gotta wear scrubs. In order to not bother the customers I will be interacting with, they've asked if I'd mind wearing a hat (mohawk) -- they "don't want to ask me to change who I am" (don't you LOVE these people?).

All suggestions are welcome.

...I do not think my propeller-beanie will be appropriate. Although I would LOVE to go get a black (or cream) bowler, I'm not sure that would be appropriate either.

I know you're all dieing in anticipation.

Two of my critiques, one active and one not, have been deleted. This was not my doing. Can someone tell me what' going on?

I write stuff and submit and nothing happens!!!

You have a problem with me, state it. No need to bury someone's critique in childish bickering.

But I post anyway.

It give me happy in the pants.

...back when I was 20. My hair was longer than it's ever been when I was 19. I was poor and couldn't afford a haircut (I lived off tuna and eggs). My hair was to between my shoulder-blades. Not long for most gals, but I'm not most gals.

Anyway, a little after I turned 20, I decided, what the fuck. I wanna look like Tank Girl.

So:



Yes, my dog is pooping. I was timid and just shaved the sides, leaving all the top and still doing a pony-tail most times. Then, three months later, for Halloween I decided to go all-out Tank Girl, and did this between work and the halloween party:



It later morphed into this:



...better seen here:



And then I started taking a medication that turned me into a fat fuck:



And that's my story.

I just think it's silly to post about "haircuts" that don't change hardly anything. Plus, y'all don't know me, so I have to pimp the fuck out of myself.

Hi I'll be your Bunny this evening: Tommy.