Sometimes you make comics to entertain. Sometimes you make comics to deal with shit that bothers you. And sometimes you make comics because the world needs to know just how much of a fucking idiot you are.

I’m confident that I will screw my hair up many, many more times before I figure this out, but I refuse to pay someone for a fucking trim. But, as was mentioned under that crushing wall of text, the shit will grow back. And if that’s the worst thing that happens to me this month… (It isn’t.)

I swear I didn’t mean to make Ness look like a bitch in that last panel. Yay for me being too lazy to draw a new, non-bitchy sprite.