I have roots. They piss me off.

My desk is gross. There's hair on it. I taped one end of a blond chunk and left it there, intending to test some different dye colours on it. But it's just there, still. Until now, I've never stopped to think about what people must think of that chunk of my hair just sitting there.

Doritos kick ass. I've eaten a lot of them tonight. My new sleep-shirt kicks ass, too.