The Log of Fro.

There ain't much to say.

Some guys and gals are okay people- some have some awesome hair (Not quite an afro, but cool all the same). There are also a few that don't like me. Just makes me wanna pull a large blunt object out of my fro...

Yeah, well that's all that happened. Drag.

So the instructions were pretty self explaintory. “Sleep” is all they stated, although it would be hard to fit more than that on the bloody cards. So I stuffed a few supplies in my 'fro. Can never have too much hair care.

So, I went to sleep. Nothing really happened until I woke up (So, normal.). But when I woke up, I was in this crazy huge room, right? Like a hall. Or something. So I did what came naturally- pulled a compass out of my afro, and begun trying to figure out where to go. Which brings me up to date with all current happenings.

Where to next? No idea. Whenever this godamn compass stops acting up.

By the way things aren't exploding, it would appear everything is in order.