mistergraves

I bleached my hair.
Strange affect being in Portland has on me.

I haven't dyed my hair in...well, about a year, anyway.
And as always follows a chemical processing of the hair, I am filled with dissappointment in myself for giving in to this desire to be prettier by way of making my appearance less "natural".

It really doesn't make much sense, as I tend to attract more shallow people when I give in to my strange aesthetic preferences.

I believe I'll be doing my hair blue and green tomorrow, as bleach, while potentially symbolic of something I don't personally represent anyway, is pretty boring...and makes me look like I'm balding.

I might as well give in an get pireced in a few places, as well. Like bars thru my collarbones, and that skin between my index finger and thumb.

Heck, I should get a tattoo, too. It will read "Permanent" in my own code. I'm so deep.