I can't wear hats, they make my head look silly.
In more self-conscious moments I convince myself it's because I have a silly shaped head, like a baked bean the size of a football, but in stronger times, if i look in the mirror in a certain angle and a certain light, it seems more likely that my head is in fact the perfect shape for a head, with a face on the front and ears on the side and everything, and that it is hats that are to blame for the breakdown of our aesthetic relationship.
I bet you thought I was never going to use a full stop, I toyed with it, but I'm not that cruel, I know how you like to breathe.
I like this time of year, when the new faces have settled in and started to interact with the old faces. Starts with a bit of dancing, bit of chatting, then there's a shared drink or two, swapping names, phone numbers, sitting down hugs on the floor outside the takeaway, in some cases it ends in sharing a sock draw, in others stumbling around in the morning trying to work out who's socks are who's and what they said their name was, and in many many more it results in simply the words '1 Friend Request' appearing in the top right hand corner.
Forgot about those full stops again, sorry, I'll stop now before I kill someone.
How's your face?
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