Some quick subjects

Jess Beamon, did you pick those gaudy colors for your text? Or is that just my machine totally messing with my mind?

I've got a snippet of something even more ridiculous. Tonight I was tired of my hair looking all wretched and poofed out above my ears, so I attempted to trim things up. Only problem was, I couldn't really see what I was doing, obviously, cause it's my hair. Even with aide of a mirror I managed to take a chunk of hair out on one side that may be both a) noticeable and b) retarded looking.
However, I'm planning on it being neither.
Other problem is I am not sure if I trimmed the back of my head up well enough. I may be looking a bit mullety.
But what the heck. I was gonna shave it off in frustration but I think I'll keep my haircut for a few days to explore the reactions it gets.

Sociological experiment.

In other news, Stephen and I decided that we know where music's at. Then I got inspired and wrote a song. I hope you all like it. It is awesome. It's what I call "lyrical", meaning, I wrote lyrics, unlike most times when I write a "song" and I really mean music, and not even a whole song, just one or two boobonautic whack riffs to stick over generic power chord formations. I'd share the song with you now, only, that would be inconsistent with my quest to be as cryptic of a musician as humanly possible. I am like picasso, in that I am and will be poor in my earthly life, be vastly appreciated only after my death, and I have horrible vision, colorblindness, and due to yet another ocular deformity, no depth perception at all.

Long post, perpetuated.
Word I'm out.