Good Morning, Internet

I have the best hair this morning. I wish I had a picture of myself the night before so we could compare. It was perfectly normal apart from the fact that it needs cut and I hadn't straightened it. Still, I wouldn't have been ashamed to take that hair out to a bar. Sadly another night of no sleep until about 7 this morning and the 2 hours of sleep being full of the most vivid and crazy dreams that encroach upon my consciousness meant that when I staggered to the bathroom to brush my teeth, I glanced up and saw this:



Now I don't know if you can make it out terribly clear but it was the best I can do. I look like some mad professor's assistant. The one that knows a fair deal more science than his patient wife and helps with late night experiments in the hope he will see his wife sucks compared to her. Romance ensues after chemicals blow up in their face. All I need is my glasses, a labcoat and to be attractive enough to lure a man from his wife and hey, new life goal.

Not pictured are my hella cute shorts. They're this gorgeous shade of pink with teeny tiny bunny shapes on them but they're not as kiddie as that sounds. They are also hella comfy. But I'm not sharing my ass with the internet just yet, Not for free anyhow.