monroe

I AM selfish. It's true.

Fuck, man. Fuckfuckfuck.

Anyway.

Let's talk about happy shit, shall we?

Yes?
Saturday Micahangelo and I saw this AMAZING fucking band:

(I mean really they are sonic sex)
We listened to the hot jamz in the car on the way there whilst drinking mini-wines, which of course was amazing. Then, after the show, we went to Remedy and the Brillobox for more drinks and dancing and general craziness. After that we went to some dude Micah know's house where we were mean mugged by a gaggle of overweight, over the hill, too-old-to-be-punk-but-we-still-try-anyway chicks, so we had to leave. We went back to Micah's house and ate grilled cheese and went to sleep. Hurrah!

Funny things happen when its shark week. Har har.

I got about 7 or so inches cut off my hair today. Yep. I'm such a cliche with the metaphorical chop. It sounds like a lot but my hair was long as hell. So now its about to my shoulders except for the disconnect--a piece framing the left side of my face that is still pretty long. I like it a lot, and my hair looks a billion times healthier with all the bleach fried ends cut off. I think next time I might even go a little shorter so the disconnect is more dramatic. Pictures soon, I swear.

I am currently obsessed with:

CANT.STOP.LISTENING.TO.THEM. (!!!)


Sucker for this shit.


Too bad this shirt is sold out already. It's funny....I used to think there was nothing in the world I'd want more than to be a wife and a (cat)mama. Seriously...that was my main aspiration. But lately its seeming like thats not really what I'm cut out for. I don't know. I'm still figuring out who I am, and who I'm going to be.


This whole outfit needs miraculously appear on my body. Well...minus the hat.