[Kurt is very distressed. So distressed, in fact, that he's positive he can't work the video or voice functions, but you'd better believe that he's sobbing. Why, you ask? Well...]

My hair...is all chopped off. Just so everyone knows, I'll be in my room for the next few months.

Please tell me that these sorts of things don't repeats themselves. I never want to do that again.

Ever.

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I don't understand anything of what just happened in that last event, but I refuse to believe that any of it was real. I'm a Glee kid, not a live-action-role-play kid. I actually have some regard for personal hygiene and whether or not I spend my whole life completely virginal, thank you.

Why, of all the people from Lima that could have shown up here, did it have to be her? Not only is the track-suit a constant eye-sore, she's the reincarnation of Hitler and Satan's secret lovechild.

[Locked/Private | Hackable with Minimal Skill]I'm starting to like these events less and less. They keep getting worse and worse and that last one ( Read more... )

That was humiliating. I'm never leaving this room again.

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Okay, so that's not true. But it's still going to be a nightmare to look anyone in the face after that.

And I don't wear lip gloss. What was that?

What the heck was that?

And the that before that that, for that matter.

This place is insane.

What was that? That's whole...everybody-freaking-out-over-something-really-personal thing.

[Private | Really Hackable]

I think there's still slushy in my hair. I just finally got it out of my nose and got all the corn syrup that was sticking to my face off.

The things I do for people. Though, I guess for Finn's sake it was okay...