Okay, maybe not kill.  BUT I MIGHT...depending on the day...you know how it is.  ANYway, I cannot seem to find a decent hairstylist.  Anywhere!  California does not have good hairstylists...or something.  The last time I went, the girl was like...afraid to cut my hair.  Like she would cut AT THE AIR ABOVE MY HEAD (not really, but she hardly cut any.) And the time before that, the bitch gave me a MULLET.  I swear to you.  My hair looked like a mullet.  This is why I no longer bother with styling my hair.  Why take the time to style my hair when it is going to look crappy because of a horrid cut?  You can’t hide a bad cut with styling.  I don’t care how Shear Genius you are.  I seriously am considering going to Supercuts.  Because it can’t be any WORSE than what I’m paying $65 for at a regular stylist.

Anyway...anyway! 

So I haven’t shared a foot picture with you guys lately.  Oh wait.  Have I shared any foot pictures with you?  I’m sure I have but maybe you don’t know the story....so....here it is.  Wherever I go and whomever I’m with at the time, I must take a photograph of my feet.  We usually try to pick cool spots like the beach in Kauai where the chick “washed that man right outta her hair” and the place in Boston where they did that massacre thinggy.  I have a whole collection of them from all over the place.  So, I was thinking the other day that I don’t have a good foot picture from here in my house....sooo....I leave you with my latest foot picture.  Notice the unpainted piggies?  Yeah, why bother when they’re crammed inside a closed toe shoe like we’re required to wear at work.  Yeah, like dropping those BIG HEAVY GIGANTOR pills on them is going to hurt them.  Actually, some of the bottles of pills at the pharmacy are kinda big.  The ones that we fill a lot of come in BIG HEAVY GIGANTOR bottles before we divvy them up into eency bottles and sell them to people for a bazillion dollars or whatever it costs for a prescription drug these days.



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Later, y’all!