Thursday, January 20, 2005 100% freaky, 100% true
When I was at work at the beauty parlor the other day, the tip of my finger started to sting like I'd papercut it, but I hadn't been near any paper for a few minutes.
I looked down and saw a hair on the pad of my index finger, so I tried to brush it away and look for the cut. It didn't move. I looked closer, and I saw that the cut end of it had worked its way into my skin somehow. It was stuck. It had to really yank to get it out.
A few months ago, one of the stylists told a similar story. I didn't believe her: surely she'd had some kind of sore that the hair had fallen into, I thought. Now I know different and I myself am living proof. My finger tips do not have sores. They are beautiful. The best explanation I can think of was that there was a tornado inside the beauty parlor, and although I didn't notice it, the force of the winds was so great as to drive some dude's hair into my skin. I think that means we're married. posted by Frenz | 1/20/2005 02:20:00 AM
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