how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
I need to change my appearance. I have an urge to look different. I've had the goatee for about a month now, and I'm not sure it's doing much for me; I've done the goatee thing so many times in the past that it's become a Matthew cliché. I was also thinking about the previous post, and you know what? I do not look smart enough. I need a pencil protector, or glasses taped in the middle, or perhaps just a tweed jacket. I'm not sure.
Here are some possibilities:
One of the new folks at work, who tried to dye her very dark hair red last weekend, thinks that my light brown hair would be perfect to be dyed red. I think that if I am going to dye my hair, however, I am going jet black. Put together jet black hair, sunglasses, and Kim's Firebird (with the T-Tops off, of course), and I'm on the edge of coolness.
I have always wanted to find a pair of Clark Kent glasses: cool-looking glasses with no corrective power.
Every summer when I was in elementary school -- Mom can correct me if this is wrong -- I'd get a buzz cut. How would I look with a buzz cut today? Horrid, I suspect, but can I really know without trying it?
Nose job. I don't have anything against my nose, but why not?
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.