they've already died inside, but as for the outside—i'll take their fucking heads.

First off, ( hair cut )

Observe how puzzled I appear. I have no idea why I look like that.

Secondly, I'm beginning to hate Tony fucking Stark.

Third, I'm going to Vegas. I'm supposed to be packing now, but I'm so consumed with hating Tony fucking Stark that I've been driven to distraction. The only thing I've gotten together is contact cleaner and this terrifying spring loaded knife for supposedly self-defense purposes, but I think if I stick anyone with this thing—it's serrated—it'll just be murder.

Okay, time for a list. Stuff to bring!

- Clothes.
- Um. Bathing suit.
- ... Clothes.
- Er...
- Necessary ... things that I ... need.

Awesome.