Sunday, November 13

White out

Today's blog is the white room // no more lies. Why? Because his hair is a barometer for his emotional state: "My hair looks like someone ignited it with a torch and then hastily put it out with a large blanket, leaving a mass of smoking charred frizz in its wake. Imagine how dandy I must be feeling inside." My hair says a lot about me, too -- mainly that I don't care enough to put the time in to make it have life. Bygones. He also perfectly captures that post-movie glow. And sloth, gluttony, and Mountain Dew? Those are three of my favorite things.

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