random shit

It is 11 at night and I am listening to cake. I used to turn off my music at 10 but ever since the screaming match my neighbor got into with the Egyptian across the way, I don’t care. The walls are paper thin and sometimes I can hear him snoring. Its kinda creepy actually. But cake is my revenge. Take THAT vaguely creepy Turkish man.
I broke my comb trying to get out the tangles from the Cape Town beaches. I think this is a sign that I need to cut my hair. Now now, don’t get excited, I’m just thinking about taking a few inches off the bottom. But I think even that would make life far less painful.