i have foil in my hair. it will be different soon.

this past winter i cut my hair in my bathroom all alone with the music loud. playing kinda depressing music.

now i am sitting in my friend's house getting my hair done for some new castle beer. the fun thing about being poor is knowing other poor people who have skillz.

holla.

i am having a good day. a day that i am fine with being scrappy and shit. life kinda sucks and is fucking incredible at the exact same time.

i booked a ticket to new york today. i will be poor but i am sure i will have an incredible time.

where the wild things comes out on thursday at midnight. i will be there. with a garcia. in kansas. and all will be beautiful.