SARSAPARILLA
A few updates.
1. I am still the most efficient person at my job ever.
2. I am tired and brain-fried as hell because of this.
3. I am writing a story where someone uses a banana as a bookmark, because I did this the other day and it seemed like a good idea for those books that just won’t stay flat when you open them. It will also be about murder and acrobatic shadows. I hope.
Did I mention I have really great stuff now? Really. I do. Great stuff. I just wish I had time to enjoy it. Luckily, I have scheduled time for this at the end of March, where I will no doubt EXPLODE with creative energy.
Now, for a very important vote. I had a beard once. In high school. It was a shitty beard. A very shitty beard, and it made me look like a discontent Russian poet who hated society. Should I regrow this beard over my break? Vote yes or no.
Remember: my beard is in your hands.
Here are some photographs to help you decide what you could be gaining/losing in a blogger/emotional cripple.
Comrade BC Woods, Age 19
Serial Killery Pedophiley Looking BC Woods, Age 24
I will photograph my beard should you choose to vote it into existence. I’m hoping this time around it will make me look like a hale sea captain full of vim and vigor.
