Life in the Girls’ Dorm

just witnessed a rather rotund woman manhandle the last “puff” from a shared joint from her husband.

her husband was half her size…looked scared…gave up the roach.

someone talked to me! someone in chicago actually engaged me in conversation. it was about the weather.

Diabetic Limb Salvage. Yikes!

nearly run over by a really nice Mercedes Benz… again.

saw a guy who once cut my hair. avoided eye contact. hastened walking pace.

Can you guess how boring my life has become? This is what I did today, how about all you other men out there? What?!? I’m confident enough in my manhood to admit this…I think.

Many of you who know me, know that I am sometimes referred to as “the Great Hairless Wonder.” I am called this, for those who are too cretinous to infer, for my general lack of body hair. Today I was flexing, shirtless, in front of the mirror (as I am wont to do from time to time), and behold! My gaze fell upon a small group of infinitesimal hairs burgeoning forth from and around a mole. Now, I recognize that mole-hairs should not count as genuine body hair, but there was one, solitary hair germinating, not from a mole, but from my bare chest. I have a chest hair! I did take a picture, but to capture the microscopic scene I had to use the macro setting on my camera. A macro picture of a mole and surrounding hairs, I assume, would be much to revolting for a respectable blog.