Friends.

Remember when you were young, right. If you wanted to be friends with a person, it was proximity and lack of irritation. You hang out with people long enough and don’t piss them off or seem needy and eventually you’re just friends. This doesn’t work with Twitter. So many people I’m acquainted with on social networks that I think are super cool and I want to be real life friends with, but I’m not sure how you make that transition. How do you even do that without seeming like a loser? Is it even necessary to not come across as a loser? Does that make you seem more accessible?

I probably shouldn’t publish this, but you take the rough with the smooth, right? I’m not always the exterior-motivated persona I put out for people. Maybe if I come across as vulnerable sometimes, that will make me seem more accessible.

Andy; this toffee whiskey is fucking dangerous, man.

A fucking POUND!

Seriously, my hair (bear in mind I had more cut and some solid roots taken out), I lost nearly a pound just by losing my hair. I suppose, if you want to be a dick about it, it doesn’t really count.

Fuck you, though, I’m counting it.

Done. I’ll shut up about it now.

Went to see a professional to get my hair finished.

Looks OK, I reckon

Dreads…gone?

So. For some reason I decided that it was necessary for my hair to go bye-bye. Lots of changes recently.

Here’s the process, as photographed by the inimitable Andy Stanton.

He was concerned that he’d done a shitty job, but I couldn’t have asked for better. These are awesome!

Saturday

Experimenting with different ways to keep my hair off my body. It gets so fucking hot, but all the ways I can figure to tie it up look terrible or fall down instantly.