6.13.2006

throwing knives


I'm caught in that in-between place where my hair's way too long to do any short-hair stuff with, and not quite long enough to do long-hair stuff with. Needless to say, more times than not I'm rather annoyed with it. Oh well. If I cut it I'd almost immediately get hunted and killed, and besides, I've always wanted to grow it to my shoulders just for the heck of it. Austin wants me to shave and wax my head, but I'm not thinking that's going to happen in the very near future... or ever; unless my hair falls out in the back like my dad, in which case I'm totally going to shave it all off... or have a skullet... or not.
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Sometime, maybe this Saturday?, I want to go to the flea market and ask that guy we always get stuff from if he can repair the MP5. I think that the trigger mechanism broke, either that or the motor burnt out. I don't think the latter could be cause the thing's not seen full-time use or evr been taken through a battle or nothin'. But anyway, I'm hoping he can take it and fix it.
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Well, gotta run. Heather's coming over and we're going to play Risk. She thinks she can beat me :P
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Is that better reading material, Kerry? :D

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

But it is long enough to hide behind, which is always a plus. You can do the whole ostrich routine, only instead of sticking your head in the sand, pull your hair over your eyes. And remember, if you can't see them, they can't see you.

Kerry said...

who are all these new people on your blog?! first there's Omni or whatever and now Bill! do you even know these people?!

anyway..

yes, Donald. i now award you one gold kudo ((eghh..i hate that word. why do i continue to use it?))! but only one because it could've been more intresting. but, however, i do give you another half of a kudo..er..cookie ((yeah! we'll use cookies! they rock! especially mine! :P)) because you posted a picture.
but i still feel you're losing your blogging touch. sigh. what has this world come to?..

Unknown said...

please grow your hair out for the wedding. pleeeeeeeease [whimper] i love you