Hurley's House for Haunted Hounds

using my father as a designated driver at the gay club is extremely funny bc the staff all Know he is only there bc my very-straight and very-married dad is supportive, but the end result is still that several times a night a hot, buxom goth babe slinks over to the bar and swats some nubile twink away from the singular fully-bearded bear sitting alone just to take their seat and go "i'm getting another drink, hand me my purse papa"

if you cut your own hair and you aren't satisfied with it then just keep cutting bro trust me. i wouldn't lie to you. <- sentence said by a hungry pair of scissors with dubious intentions

yeah i've been shitting blood every day this week but tomorrow is emo night at the club. i have to go.

very deliberately cutting my hair in a way that's subtly asymmetrical and was noticeable when i was cutting it, then showering and washing my hair to get rid of all the cut-off hair bits only to see that yet again my hair has proven too bouncy and luxurious and softly curled for any of my effort to even be fucking visible