Rage Like a Dog

By the time I let my hair get too long I always forget how much I love it once it gets used to being short and falls into this sort of consistent bedhead where it sticks straight up in the middle. Shit makes me look like a bird, which means it makes me look like a fast, scary-intelligent dinosaur that can survive asteroid impacts and has menstruation that tastes delicious with cheese and tiny diced peppers.

That analogy got a little weird right at the end there but, oh well, that’s kind of what they’re for. An analogy is really only as good as the weird voyages of self-discovery that it can take you on, except I don’t think I am going to actually at any point menstruate or autocannibalize, so probably this was a shitty analogy after all.