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. >