Hihihihihihihihzzzz. Tiga and Miss Kittin & The Hacker are both on constant loop on iTunes as I fight the urge to crawl under my covers and drift off. Didn’t manage to sleep the entire night due to my procrastination regarding my Queer & Film presentation and yet another few hours in Darren’s room, chatting and listening to music. So my plan is to just power through till 4.30p.m., then I’ll just head home and collapse.
So yes, I’ve also put up a photo of my new fringe because it makes me look like a sexy Mother Theresa, but 50 years younger. :) Just bear with me for the next few days. I’m simply really proud of myself because my last two attempts at snipping my own hair resulted in a) a fringe that went above my eyebrows and b) me looking like a virginal 14-year-old gay boy. This fringe is great because now, instead of sleazy old men asking me how much for a handjob, I get sleazy Indian bouncers at KBOX on LaTrobe smiling creepily at me and passing messages to me via my friends. -_-” Do you sense a vague pattern of undesirables being attracted to me? I know I do.
