can call if you want but there's no one home

bristol on a sunday 

i've done it again, left this until the last minute (/nearly two hours too late to be blogging every day but there you go) and i'm in a panicked rush to get any kind of content out to you guys. luckily, i've been a busy bee today what with having to purchase a new hamster prison and visiting my favourite's new flat so i have a few slithers of uninteresting news and poorly edited pictures to share with you. it's technically sunday so sit back, relax and read all about how i'll end up burning all my hair off with chemicals.

our love goes on as our hair grows long

SLUT

let's lay down the law early on today guys. my hair is fucking dreadful. it's thinning and receding at an alarming rate, leaving me with a spot prone five-head as the main 'attraction' of my face. i do the best i can with what i've got and so getting a haircut is great big fucking deal for me. i spend hours making my hair look acceptable (you'd be surprised how much worse it looks when it's not done) but it was getting too much to tackle so today was haircut day. oh god.