I shaved my head, got robbed and here's my Grandma
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So first of all.
I shaved my head on friday night. Not to the skin, clearly, but it was patchy and awful and very, very short nonetheless. I haven't had short hair for years and years. Feels good. Also cold.
As to why I did it...still not sure myself. I just did. Now, I'd had my plans for the evening crumble and half a bottle of rum drank and several episodes of Beavis and Butthead watched, so maybe it was subconscious inspiration. Or maybe I'm stupid. Fuck you.
Also, robbed. Right. Robbed. Robbed-o. Fuck.
On SATURDAY I made plans with a friend of mine who, dontchaknowit tried to kill himself sometime around Christmas. I've been talking to him frequently-ish, trying to get him to hang out and watch some Beavis and Butthead. He'd tried to replace his antidepressants with Weed, which I'm pretty sure I advised him was somehow was a good idea (it's really, truly not). I'm getting off topic though.
So I made plans with him and went out walking to his home. I met him halfway and rather than 'hello' the first thing he says is 'Why'd you go offline?' with some hostility. Turns out the 5 minutes I was away from the computer he used as an excuse to make plans with 2 people I did not want to spend an evening with, being supportive or not (I imagine they felt similarly). I walked him to their house and walked around downtown awhile, smoking cigarettes that I had leftover and accomplishing nothing in particular. At one point I just randomly offered a woman a cigarette. Turns out she was a whore. I wasn't interested but I, convinced I'm just so fucking charming and astute, opted to walk with her a minute. She rambled on about this and that and eventually offered to get me an ounce of weed for very little. I bought it. I'm so Fucking stupid.
Essentially, she ran with the money when I let her out of my sight. I don't want to explain exactly how because I don't like thinking about being in the bar I was in, but it was idiotic in the extreme. Oh well. I may beat her if I see her again. Not to death, but enough to feel better. Seems fair.
Anyway, here's my Grandma:
Happy 89th Gran. If I'd have thought of you at any point none of this would have happened. Ah well.
The good ones are...uhhh...three. There are three. But I don't want to jinx it by naming them here.
120$. It could be much worse, but it happened literally a day after I got paid and since I put most of moo paycheque in a savings account I'm udderly broke.
An ounce is indeed a LOT, and I was 'offered' roughly a 30-40% discount on the normal price 'round here. My plan was to sell it to a friend and make up that 30-40% margin, since he'd have an easier time selling it than I would anyway.
i always shave my hair short, i hate having even slightly long hair.
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She rambled on about this and that and eventually offered to get me an ounce of weed for very little. I bought it. I'm so Fucking stupid.
Essentially, she ran with the money when I let her out of my sight.
i fucking hate that shit. i had something similar happen to me a couple of years ago whilst in Burton. fuck Burton.
