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In case you were wondering (and I know you were):



I look pretty awesome in a fedora.

In other news, centipedes = HATE. One tried to murder me while I was washing up in the bathroom. Killers, they are. Chock full of poison. HATE.

'Natural order' be damned. When I become Lord of the Universe, my first act will be to sentence all centipedes to fiery DEATH. That'll show those multitudinous-legged little fuckers what's what.

Also, I bought a wig, but the pictures don't really show it well so I won't bother with them. I considered the picture of fifteen-year-old me holding a monkey as a supplement, but fifteen-year-old me is not something anyone should ever have to see again, monkey notwithstanding.

I've had a houseguest for the last few days-- the bf's brother crashed on our couch for a couple of days, so I was busy cooking and playing Nice Host. Which isn't as bad as it sounds-- my food is made of deliciousness, and by "Nice Host" I mean "I made him take me shopping when he borrowed the car and then subjected him to near-fatal doses of Mystery Science Theater 3000". You know, same diff.