Just a brief entry to sate that I have an unjustifiable fear of hair that isn't connected to a living body, be it real hair or synthetic. For some reason I always think of hair as being dirty. Oily, greasy, filled with dander, you name it and I imagine that that ball of my own hair that I just picked out of my brush is going to give me some sort of disease. WTF, right? Anyway, I guess my point was that today at work a coworker flung a fakie hair extension at me an I panicked a little. WTH!! It's not even real hair. It wasn't even used. It was brand new and he just didn't feel like putting it back on the spinner. What the hell's wrong with me.
On a side note, I also have a fear of moths.
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Nisshi no Ladycrystalite
In the stream of conciousness form of journal writing Ladycrystalite takes us on an unexpected, yet whimsical, journey into the bottomless, dark, damp cave she calls a mind. Everyone is invited to partake of the free milk and cookies along the road.
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