While going through all my folders, i came across a series of pictures of me with long, fake hair.
I miss that.
And i'll probably never do it again since it's ridiculously expensive and so, so bad for my fragile scalp.
But i'm so happy with the au naturel mushroom of doom too.
Here's another shot from the other day, of me and my shroom.
Ego day much?
Well, you know what the say, big old head, big old ego.
They don't actually say that, but maybe they should.
Ps. I'm listening to Scarlett Johansson's album and i honestly can't tell if it's good or bad.
On the song she chose for her first single, her singing is just awful. Terrible.
Then on some of the other songs her voice is suddenly ok. And now it's back to awful.
I'm confused.
Allan likes it. But Allan also likes harcore. That doesn't make him a bad person, it just means that he has no problem with people who can't sing.
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