Well, whatever the hell happened Wednesday night (my last blog entry refers to it) doesn't matter.

After subjecting myself to an alcohol/narcotic binge on Thursday and Friday, dear god, I feel so much better about myself. It really makes no sense whatsoever, but slowly and surely I'm edging towards more and more self-satisfaction, which equals less of a need for self-destruction, which is like totally omg badass.

Physically, my body is probably dying, but mentally! I haven't felt this content with everything since...I don't remember when. Maybe June/July? I was pretty happy then.

Perhaps it was the constant inescapable thought that always occurs?

ANYWAY.

I feel a whisker under my chin. Holy hell, I just plucked out a gigantic hair! This thing is like an inch long! Maybe my dreams of growing copious bizarre facial hair will finally come true!



I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP! MY THOUGHTS ARE REALLY SCATTERED RIGHT NOW SORRY.

I'm still freaked out by that hair. I don't feel any more anomalies growing on my face...

The time has come for a date with my tweezer. I am very attractive.

I had a dream that Donny Osmond (the person, not the car) came to my dance class and taught us about kicks. He had this sweet-action-totally-radical beard/mustache combo. It was a good dream.

I want to steal his dream facial hair, probably.

I know someone who grows a long neck hair...

Perhaps you will grow a nice chinstrap.