Why does my scalp itch? Ew, what's this chunk of blood? Oh, right. Bleached hair with new product. Not doing that again. Hair... I did something else with my hair. Whatever, eggs. Tasty.
House smells like sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Smells like... "You smell like [illegal substance]." Hey! ni was over last night! Wait, he was here, then he came back. Put down fork. Forget the eggs. Let's figure this out.
Came home from work. It was Friday. I was worried. No, not just worried, upset. Oh! A bit of angry. Evasive manoeuvre: had sushi, watched Arrested Development, drank wine.
Wait, what? I don't drink. Not since Cape Breton and well before that.
ni and misslake went to the museum. ROM has $5 Friday nights that let you in all the exhibits now. (Used to be free, but you could only see the main collection.)
Finished the bottle. Too quick. Kicked in the rye. Fucking CC, always makes me puke. No, I didn't puke this time, but we were ready in case. Still angry, crap.
People home! Yay! YAYO! Continued excesses.
"Hey, misslake, how would you like to take part in the dormant yet old tradition of having my hair cut only while piss-tankered?"
So that's what happened to my hair.
That's as far back as it goes at present. I finished my eggs, got dressed and watched Boondock Saints. Read a bit of Moon is a Harsh Mistress (again, and again, and again, etc.) Got 256 to make a record of the hair for your pleasure.
Apologies for lack of pronouns, proper grammar. Blame Mannie.

Oh, my.
"Hey, babe, is there any CC left?"
If you have any reason to think you'd be welcome to join, you are. Let's have an excessive weekend, I want a bad Monday.
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