I fucking can't stand HAIRS. Especially my own long strands of bullshit: on the counter, in the sink ... getting wrapped around my fingers.
It drives me crazy: the sensations, their menacing wispy omnipresence. Their motherfucking DEFIANCE.
There is something so fucking gross about them all curled up in slimy wet kitchen moisture when im trying to wipe up the counters.
They are like inanimate ninjas. Tiny tickling ghost zombie legions borne of my own stupid fucking head and its relentless SPINNING SPINNING SPINNING and shedding. Trailing long thin poltergeists of death everywhere I go.
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