chopping block

so like some time ago now i got inspired and cut my own locks off. something i never even did as a five year old...NEVER WOULD HAVE THOUGHT. but then i did. the bottom 4 inches of hair just wasnt worth the fucking fuss anymore. so i mulled it over...toiled with the idea... weighed my options.
"ya. anything would look better than this fucking mop that currently grew out of my head."

best decision i ever made.
and, maaaaybe one of the most daring and fun things ive ever done (that says a whole fucking lot about me... or lack there of?)

anyways im thinking about going even a bit shorter...super curl bob while in the land of sea and beaches and sunshine and yoga ...that is bali, indonesia.


what say you?!

away from love

the way one knows it is time to embark on the next leg of thy journey, is an all encompassing feeling of emptiness in thy present moment. thats like some super oxymoron or juxtapositional something or other...all encompassing emptiness. right? nvm
my glass is empty. i have no words worth speaking, no real thoughts worth sharing other than petty egotistical bullshit. Im this close to becoming an apathetic drunk again. and im just generally annoyed with my personal life. work is great for the most part because i can take my mind away from the balls that is my "life". i need new stimuli for le brain and soul. wooowweeee time to flip my world upside dowwwn.