Wednesday, July 12, 2006

*sob* I wasn't kidding when I said I'm slowly turning into a man. Whiskers, thinning hair, and now, a moustache. I've always been one of those people that didn't want to be in denial. You know the women I'm talking about. The women with the dark shading on their upper lip. The women, that while you're talking to them, you try not to be transfixed on their lip hair. You think silently, while staring at it, "Why doesn't she do something about that? Doesn't she know it exists? Should I be the one to tell her? Would she be insecure if I did? She would be more attractive if she ripped that thing off of there." I'm getting too shaded to deny it now. I was putting on makeup this morning, with a light shining brightly at my face. I was aghast! I had to put my mirror down and think about it for a minute. Did I just see a moustache? Maybe it was leftover breakfast! Yeah! That's it! It was burnt muffin crumbs! I looked again...*sob* It was more man hair. Man hair slowly forming a moustache on my face...*sobbing, pounding fists on the bed* WHYYY??? WHYYY??? I'm not that attractive to start out with, but now we gotta make it worse by making me look like a really ugly male? *sigh* Life is not fair. Now I have to battle against a moustache for the next 60 years. I cannot imagine. I don't even know whether to pluck, or to bleach. Maybe electrolysis. I hear it's expensive and painful. I guess it's back to the Vietnamese gal who, while plucking my eyebrows, offered to do my moustache too. I thought she just wanted more money. Maybe she saw my manhood blossoming, and wanted to nip in the bud. I have to come to grips with this, or people will be talking about me in their heads, while pretending to have a conversation with me about something else.