At this moment, I feel like this. Exactly. I was looking through pictures of myself to see the veins of some strong tribal (weather it be german, celtic, or saxon) culture in the face. Most of these didn’t help me much. Nor did these. The thought popped into my gigantic noggin when I saw ‘s post with the pic of him and his wife. He’s distinctly Scottish. Clearly. You can tell just by looking at the motherfucker that there’s Celtic madman in there that could headbut you into oblivion. It’s clear.

I have to wonder what’s in my face, because I can’t see it for myself.

Culmination of a cosmic bitch-slap in Shelby Township. I’m going to put my boots and trench coat on, and go admire the snow. Get my damn boots on.