Sitting here at my desk, I just pulled a hair out of my chin. I couldn't tell if it was blonde or gray. After lots of inspection, I decided it was blonde. And then I got really sad about how much happier I felt about a CHIN HAIR because it was blonde and not gray or the black stubble-esque consistency these little suckers normally are.
I feel like the amount of time I spend with my tweezers daily has set the satisfaction bar pretty low.
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