How to be a metal man.

I cut my hair. Finally.

It's different, I swear. Maybe in different light.

It's shorter on the sides and the back.

I didn't die it, the light in my bedroom just sucks.

It will be redyed red again soon.

It looks so much better now.

It does look all right when I actually do it.

This is a good sweater and I don't care what you think of it.

I wish I looked like an actual human.

Maybe if I tried to take decent pictures.

I'm sick, so that is my excuse.

Dem dimples.

Dem collarbones.

I have officially committed to a new tattoo.

I am going to get two small antlers behind my ears.

When people call me "dear" I will laugh.

Because I will be a deer.

I will have all the doe.

The buck stop here.

Play on words.

I haven't slept.

I'm getting my belly button pierced on Sunday.

Because I can.

Why not?

I need to do something different.

Worth a shot.

What could it hurt?

Apparently not Sunday. 

But soon.

Merp.

I should clean today.

Do some laundry.

There is supposed to be a huge storm coming.

They're calling it Nemo.

Cute.

I have the hiccups.

I AM SEXY.

Sing me a song.