I cant move.

When she gets mad she wants to shave her head, when I get mad I scream "I'll cut my bangs! I'll do it!" I usually cut without thinking and do a terrible job... they come out short and crooked. thats how you can tell what kinda mood I was in, the other day/ hour/ minute. My bangs will be crooked, and Kat will be buzzed.

Kat: I feel like a rotting hard boiled egg, that was never been found during a Easter egg hunt. Despite the fact that I was the most decoritve and colorful egg of the bunch!"

Me: "I feel like a sunny side up egg with a napkin on top of it..."