Like a little kid licking a yellow bus window, I am slow. Insensitive as well.
It has been months since I have taken to my dirty, pizza stained keyboard to inform the InterWeb of my wanderings, my life and my maniacal ways.
The wait is over.
I would have to say the No. 1 thing bothering me these days is nose hair. Nobody likes it, it's just there.
Like little tiny baby hands sitting below your nostrils, reaching up and tickling you.
Ridiculous.
I do not like baby hand nose hair.
Ever.
Now you know and your life may move on.
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