how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
I've been thinking. Now that my sister-in-law has dyed her hair, perhaps I need to do so for the second time. The first time, as many of you know, was a failure; five years ago, an attempt to turn my hair blond using a permanent dye turned my hair, uh, orange. (I'll try to find a picture and link to it tomorrow.) I will not forget my college lessons, however:
1) If I dye my hair again, I will choose a darker color than my natural light brown.
2) If I dye my hair again, I will not choose a permanent dye.
3) If I dye my hair again, I will get a new girlfriend. The last time I dyed my hair was exactly one week and one day before the first dance with my wife. (I don't get that at all, by the way. Did she think it was cute? Her eyesight is bad, yes, but is it that bad?)
4) If I dye my hair again, I will have to dye my goatee, too. It's already lighter than the hair above it, and dying my head hair darker is just going to make the difference more pronounced.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.