I did actually comb my hair before coming to work this evening... it's a weird habit I'm developing. Not sure how bastardy it is, but it makes it spikier.
I wake in the morning with my hair looking very Elvisian(?) and would throw my scalp under the shower to get rid of it. I had a hair cut last week. One barbelither gave it her seal of approval. I really have no use for hair and would shave it all off it it werenot for the fear of looking like a cancer sufferer.
Hey guys. Ok. Had this last test which I hope I didn't fail for the new jobby-job, and should be getting a couple of paychecks tomorrow. Movin in with Frankie Bones for a month or 2 starting this Saturday, and should be getting some new shoes soon. What are y'all doin'?
Oh, speaking of bastards. Am I always a bastard because I was born out of wedlock, or do I become officially unbastardized once my mother married my father?
(part 2. is Wedlock a transformer?)
Are we all whiskied up and fixin' to jump a train? That's some real Tom Waits shit. If not, please excuse my excess. Mr. Beam and myself are coming to an understanding.
