I shaved off "all" my hair on Saturday. My friend Mikey did it for me, actually.
He did it too short, by the way, but I like it enough. You may be able to see my birth mark, four moles I did not know I had, and my large scary scar from an accident seven years ago..which involved slippery cement and my clumsiness. Which I still have, as is evident by many bruises.
Speaking of bruises, I haven't been to a show in a while. I don't think I will be until August. Amanda Palmer is coming to San Fran. Though I doubt there will be much bruising there. Except maybe when I clobber all those yuppies to get to her. "Amanda, we've made eye contact several times! Love meeee!"
Dramatic news update: I'm talking to Thom again. He's incredibly awesome and sweet and kind, and stuff. He's my ex-boyfriend. We dated for about a year. It was my best relationship, and the most chaotic in some ways. But I'd like to see if we've both matured enough to not go all weird. We're even starting a band! THE BORG MAMAs. Yes, you want to hear our band.
I'm moving back to California, and I did not do the chores today. Oh the life of me.
