dear which direction to go diary,
occasionally, the unibomber does get a haircut. one would swear it pains him with each snip, but he will get a clip every few years. it took about eight months of not shaving my legs to get him to finally shave that horrible beard he fucking grew off his face. he looked like a fucking terrorist and the fucked up part of it all- when he finally did shave it off- I DIDN'T NOTICE. i'm pretty sure he noticed i didn't notice, but bless his terrorist heart- he never said a word. i've been held captive here for many years, but waking up to a bearded captor like that month after month began to take a toll. the hair deal is working on me like that again now. it is scaring me. even though i have the facial recognition disorder- i have other triggers that will cause me to recognize you and a hairstyle or mustache and shit like that are huge triggers that help. i can recognize a penis though. i hope one of those never run out of the woods and hold me prisoner. i'll sure be able to pick that lil bitch out of a line up.