I went to get a haircut today, and on the way back I spent the majority of my concentration on not letting my neck touch the edge of my sweater. Now that it’s blisteringly cold in St. Louis, I’m forced to wear my sweater outside, but I hate having those innumerable, intractable, tiny pieces of hair attached permanently to my clothes. I must have looked hell-bent angry driving back…
Posted by aaron on Wednesday, January 17th, 2007
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