Would you like fries with that?

I need a haircut. Badly.

When I decided to grow my hair out, I forgot that it was more upkeep. April and I were sitting around in the laundry room, discussing her printer Juan Pablo's vomiting problem, and I was fixing my hair. As I I randomly shoved the hair stick through my hair, the only sound that is heard is a rather unhealthy *snap!*. I also have a scary amount of split ends. I find myself staring at them intently, and if nobody happens to be watching I gently peel them apart.

Extra crispy indeed.