Twisted Picture of Me
So, you're a clicker are you? Then let it be known. How, oh pray tell, did I come by the nickname of Frosty? Well, I used to make myself a blonde by various hair products. But now, much to the satisfaction of certain parties, I am now back to the original self. No more embarrassing roots, no more experimenting with the Mohawk, no more fabulous earrings, no more frightening little children, no more decent citizens crossing the street to avoid me, no more intense police scrutiny, and no more Duran Duran fan club membership (Doh!). Sigh. Now those were some rastafarrian days, yah man!


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