metamorphosis

I've got posters on the wall. My favorite rock group Kiss. No, actually some paintings and Homer Simpson. People finally got tired of my stark, white walls and held a poster hanging intervention last night. Now there's stuff on my walls.

Then we cut my hair. A lot. My big, poofy, disheveled mess of hair is gone. It's a lot shorter now. I'm going to post a picture eventually. But all you ladies have to promise me that you'll be nice to each other. Your intense desire for me isn't reason to break up your friendships. Besides, I can share the wealth to everyone. It would be a cruel trick of nature to deny myself to anyone.

We also pushed people around on a chair (don't ask), watched a movie, had the cops called, and had a generally good time. After a boring, crappy day it turned into a fun, one-of-a-kind night we'll never recreate. Those are the good ones.