give me the larry fine

so cupcake says the fuzz are after me because i look like a criminal. isn't that right, cupcake? anyhow, in response to my recent experiences with the law i decided to change my appearance and went to the local hairdresser (my hello kitty bathroom). i asked for the larry fine and this is evidently the larry fine (pictured above). i guess now i really look the part of a hardened inmate. oops. i imagine if i walk around with my camera on my face people will stop giving me shit, assuming i'm disturbed. take that you bitches.


last night seth, josh, claire and sheena and i had dinner (thanks seth, it was snacktacular!). the evening began well. we discussed literature, film and politics. after a few drinks, however, we began making jokes about duties, breaking glasses, spilling beers and calling each other operatives. sheena even needed a bandaid at one point!


why does that always happen josh? why?