i woke up with a mohawk this morning

You know it was a good night when you wake up with weird shit in you hair and don't remember how it got there (fortunately it was just wax, my head wasn't shaved or anything). I also cut Cara's hair but I think my mad skills need improvement. We tried to teach Dessie how when you make a drug deal, you're supposed to say "are you holding" instead of "do you have any weed," and she was like "do you have any hold?" That was from earlier in the night, the part I can remember before she made me prove my beer chugging abilities.

I haven't actually had fun like that in a really, really long time. I'm feeling pretty good about life at the moment, except for one fly in the ointment that I won't talk about here on the off chance that the wrong person might read this public blog. The cats are doing well thank god...oh god I hope they make it through this fucking stupid mistake.