i was just sitting here listening to music.

next thing i know i'm searching the house for a sharp pair of scissors.

i find them and promptly begin hacking at my hair.

i now have almost no hair.

and on top of that, i'm dying it blonde.

going incognito.

i think i'm trying to hide me from myself.

the 'x' on the back of my left hand is staring me down.

it seems a testiment to the craziness i am.

the non-edge razor-sharp one-person brigade against myself.

past. : present. : future.