rediculosly aggravated.

can just say, just please kill me now. why? i have to work, for the first time in my life, to coincide with my crazy obsession with, you heard it, clothes. to pay for my crazy huge-shirt-and-black-pants-with-Italian-shoes-fetish, i need a job. the mother no longer wishes to pay the bills for such, as she calls them, luxuries. so i start tomorrow, and the hair that i have worshiped for a while, has to be cut! i know right. me and my hair go way back, and its time to let go, so off with the locks, and in the the Wax. whatever i guess.