Monday, June 27, 2005
And what the fuck is it with my forehead? It furrows regardless of my mood. I’m generally happy - London and me are happy-go-lucky, love-a-duck. But I can’t help it: my brows have an irresistible transverse attraction. This cleft may be inevitable. Perhaps it will lend a much-sought gravitas to my jailbait aspect.
I may need to sleep wearing a swimming cap.
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