Bleaching my hair for the second time today. It itches like crazy.

Holy buckets, this shit had better be worth it.

I’m having a midlife crisis of sorts (teen-life crisis?) brought on by MCR breaking up.

I just invested in four boxes of hair bleach and a black parade jacket.

((We can run away together and join the circus? you know, since my education is out of the window.))

Please? We could feed elephants and sell tickets and whatnot.

I found this girl’s blog last weekend, and she works at a photo booth for a traveling circus, and I’ve never actually considered joining a circus before, but…..

It doesn’t seem like it would be bad at all.

No. I want to do this.

Let’s get packing.