No-pretext

I got myself dreadlocks a few couple of years ago. They are a fucking pain in the ass to clean, as I type this I am sat mummified in towels because, not only are they the devils own anus to clean, they dry slower than a sponge in a puddle.

And a bead fell out of them. I loved that bead, it had been with me since the first bottle of weird smelling shampoo.

Oh yeah, and I'm a writer now, fuck knows how but my lovely university tells me I'm pretty good at it, so that's a thing. Undecided if I'll put any of the crap I've churned out on dA... unless it gets a first or something... which a couple have. Fuck.

We lil edit: I've been told I have to do this, networking is a thing. >

I should be working right now, fucking hell dA why won't you let me forget being a teenager?

Still not dead, doing the whole university thing now.

Who's still here? Anyone got married or had a baby in however long it's been?

So apparently changing the email address attached to your dA account makes it loose it's shit and refuse to let you post comments or reply to anyone.

And i can't verify shit if the email doesn't come through or resend at all. Fucks sake.

Ok nevermind, it was my email acting like a fuckwit, sorry dA.

I'm going oldschool, the laser dolphin is on temporary hiatus.

Love and lasers e'body.