I'm 21. Grey hair.

That's it then. That's me done. 21 years old, grey hair. I guess I could dye it, but it would have to be in a wacky colour, I don't wanna look like a Just For Men cunt. Problem is I'm a pretty, like... meat and veg indie type with fashion. Quite neat, clean lines. Blue hair + clean lines is... i dunno. I bet Boris Johnson dyed his hair blue once.

Anyway, so i guess it's a choice between washed out hippy loser, or corporate whore `likes a bit of golf, goes out with my boys now and then` twat.

Dunno. Blue hair it is, I guess.

Also, I popped a spot in the library. Last night. I was in the library last night that's where i found my grey hair. The spot thing was well liberating though. You don't know acne satisfaction until you've popped a spot in the library toilets, and cleared up the gunk and blood and everything in perfect time before someone else comes in.

Also I haven't slept yet. But i think i'm too wired to.

Thanks. Blog coming shortly. Not really though, fuck off.