There is some back story necessary for this post. On Sunday or possibly Monday (ok, that part isn't important to the story) I decided I needed a haircut because 1. my hair looked bad 2. I had a court date, and I think your supposed to look professional or something at such appointments, and 3. Valentines day was approaching and how are you supposed to impress the lady's if you look like a hobo. Anyway, I cut it myself and did a stunningly bad job. The following day Maggie did some damage control, mostly fixing the back. I was no longer embarrassed to go into public, but it was a far cry from a good haircut. Two days later I got Gwenyth to cut it, she did a great job and I am quite happy.
How can I be so adorable in this picture, it baffles even me. Gwenyth forbid me from cutting it myself again.
Gwenyth told me not to take her picture.
I don't know what this is supposed to be. It looks alot like my breakfast table though.
These are some Valentines candies I was given.
In case I had forgotten to take the previous picture.
I think I was trying to document my good looks in case I turn ugly some day.
Over the course of the month that I've been here my apartment has gone from clean and charming to bachelor pad to hell whole.
Adam was supposed to do dramatic reading at an anti-valentines event. This is supposed to be a picture of cookies with those chalkie heart candies attached to them. I ate many of these cookies and called it dinner.
This is some punch made from sherbet and Sprite, it was brown instead of rainbow colored. I drank many glasses, Adam declared that it looked disgusting and then he left, sans dramatic reading.
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