It’s bizarre how messed up you can get simply by not sleeping. I’ve been completely useless for the last couple of weeks and I’m pretty sure I was seeing through time for a while. Plus the weird fascination with what my hair was doing: I woke up one morning with it stubbornly piled on one side of my head which, combined with the natrual eyeshadow afforded by my heroin-addict good looks, made me a shoe-in for a New Romantic. At least until it went all Dylan-Moran-in-an-explosion-factory and I started feeling all deranged postpunk nasty. This happened without me getting anywhere near a mirror, by the way. I was learning of my hair situation subconsciously, through some kind of barnet osmosis. This1 leads me to believe that my hair is essentially a more versatile, less vindictive Venom symbiote. Whatevs. The ladiezz still love it, yo.
- and the sleep deprivation, obviously [↩]
I had hair once…….I have no hair now……I miss my hair….sigh
http://welldonefillet.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-hair-raising-halloween-story.html
Embrace the curls
This is going into how cool/handsome I am, and thats my fucking blog so get your own O’Brien.
I don’t think I need to tell anyone how cool I am. And I think it’s been established that you don’t have a blog.
There’s no denying it. It’s possible the best man hair ever in the history of the world.
curls4lyfe
Is there no photo of this hair you speak of?
Dylan-Moran-in-an-explosion-factory hair definitely piques my interest.
Just found you off Andrew’s blog. I liked your comment on Asimov.
One of my better ones. Frankly you’ll be disappointed by anything here.
There are photos of the hair… somewhere.
I have photos… somewhere. To photoshop or not to photoshop…
It’s the hair wouldn’t let you sleep?
I bloody hope not, or it shall have to go.
I love Dylan Morans hair so if it looks anything like that, happy days!
Moran and Clooney are my style icons. They cover every angle.