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I have a legitimate health insurance card again. I can get inadvertently fucked up and not worry about being left for dead [depending on the individuals I'm surrounded by, of course]. They gave us a review of company dress code, and while hair color is still not allowed (BOOOOO!), extreme hair STYLES were not mentioned.

And after seeing some of these outright RIDICULOUS and disgusting comb-overs day in and day out, there is NO room for them to push me out for having a hawk. Ergo, I will fight it and keep the hopes and dreams of freaks trapped in corporate Amerikkka aliiiiive. ALIVE!

Can you dig it? So while I'm still waiting on the paperwork to be done, finished and filed, I can't do it right away.



Now I play piano and get very frustrated with myself. Good night, good tacos.

Mmmm. Tacos.

-You can take the freak out of LA....