So basically, Scott Weiland minus the drugs = neo-nazi rapist Michael Buble-wannabe? Is no one else creeped out by his vacant gaze?
Oh, be quiet. Being a rude pain in the ass is just a waste of your time and, well, look at me. I’m wasting my time on a rude pain in the ass!
If you’re aggravated that he’s doing something different, or “out of character,” fine, whatever. Just shut up about it.
To quote a fellow Weiland fan:
yeah, Scott Weiland did a Christmas album, get the fuck over it already.
it’s old news. - morbid—fascination
is this the path im on?!
(via solonelyblooming)
OMG where have you been all my life?!
(via do-the-astro)
This is the best I can do for tonight - my eyes are heavy and my nose is whistling. Ugh.
But, yes, after some “light” editing that made the picture look a bit stupid, this is the best I could do - this is my hair color. I am a happy camper.
Now fuck off so I can sleep.
- wb
Today, I dyed my hair blue! I did it the “wrong way” though, meaning I bleached my hair twice in two days, ha-ha! But, strangely enough, my hair is pretty damn soft.
I’m going to take some better pictures when the sun is up and I don’t have to rely on dirty, yellow-y lamps and overhead lights that turn my hair green. :U So expect some photographs (or webcam pictures, depending on my energy level, ha-ha) soon!
I’m So Cold.
But, on another note, my beautiful Ghoulia Yelps basic doll came in the mail today, as well as my blue hair dye (which has been on my head for, like, an hour, maybe more, maybe less).
Yess, awesome days rock!
- wb


