January 4, 2012

spreading my wingette

dear mirror mirror in the hall diary,

there is only one place i want to be bald. i am pretty sure i am going bald in the other place now. my hair seems to only part a certain way and living with the unibomber i have seen first hand exactly how the onset of the pattern occurs. next i will begin to grow a beard and revert to some sort of cannibalism to sustain life. i looked in the mirror for the shiny spot i just knew was there, however, it isn't to that stage yet apparently because i couldn't find one. i know it's coming. i can just tell. the morning when i saw what i saw, i had just got up and i had been sleeping on both sides of my head for equal times (i timed it) and when i first saw the place in the mirror that caught my attention, there was absolutely no reason for it to look like it did. i went ahead and digitally documented the stage of my head now by taking several head shot aerial photos and ima have my little hair woman do it too. i just want to know before i go bald. i don't want to be shocked about it.