Alls in vain. Alls in fucking vain. an entry about herr.

and so. CSM wanted to conduct a hair check.
yea. sure. just go for a hair cut. No big deal.



but. its cny. hair cuts are expensive.
*looks into wallet.


so i went "fuck it. oi! fidaus, you can cut my hair."

and yea. he cut my hair.
i let him cut my hair.
with assistance from juju / jubobie/ jumumbie.



anyway.
it didnt turn out too bad.
no rough patches that cant be disguised with liberal amounts of gel and hair spray.


the point is.
looking what has army turned me into.






a fuck care everything.


LOL.



but then.





ITS JUST HAIR FOR CHRIST SAKE!



and as tyra banks once said
"it'll all grow back."



till i moose again, when you reindeer again.
over and out.

take my photo off the wall if it just wont sing for you.

caught football hooligans today. enjoyed it immensly.

my kinda show =]

tomorro i will pay respect to me granddad.

i promise i will try to restrain the pent up anger in me.

wee-sh me luck.

orchad road isnt so inviting anymore.

its too damn crowded for one thing.

and too much lil kids out there for another.

and i might just bump into people i know like i did today.

which i didnt really like. or welcomed bumping into.

but it still stocks the essentials and the not so essentials.

which means i still hafta go there.

feeling kinda drowsy. think i'll stop here. continue soon.

see you guys.