Tenth Avenue Freeze Out

Here’s some excitement! I wrote a while back about my eyebrows falling off at the ends in bits due to my thyroid imbalance. And ah, they aren’t growing back as I thought they would. In fact, they’re getting worse, because it’s going to take a few weeks for my new meds to take effect. I have uneven, sparse eyebrows that are starting to resemble weird little centipedes, and I’m just not sure what to do. And I have dark eyebrows, so this is not likely to go unnoticed. I’m just saying, appreciate your eyebrows, is all. Stroke ‘em if you’ve got ‘em.

I worked late tonight, and didn’t get home until around 8:30, which meant that our dinner options were limited to something like…Wendy’s. Nothing like a day that involves working late, no exercise and a trip to my local fast-food joint. I am the picture of health. I look and feel great, is what I’m saying. However, if I’d skipped Wendy’s, I would have missed out on the young hipster man (MAN) who came in rocking a pair of low-rise skinny jeans.

I’ll pause to let that one sink in. A man. In skinny jeans. I mean, holy Jesus, are there no limits? The answer is no, no there aren’t any limits and for the record, no man should ever be wearing skinny jeans in any sort of un-ironic fashion. Like if they’re re-enacting Sprockets, I’ll give it the thumbs up. But heading out with a couple of mod buddies to pick up a Big Bacon Classic? Not so much. No, just no.

In other mundane news, because I have to share this with someone(s) who will understand just how big of a pussy I’ve become, it was in the low 50s/upper 40s today, and I’ve never been so cold in my entire life. I mean, it’s freezing to the point of being almost inhumane. And I wore a scarf and gloves, because I just couldn’t take it. There, I said it. Flog me if you must. But it’s fucking cold as sin out there, and I don’t have to take it.

And finally, a bit of housekeeping: I know a lot of you have had trouble with the damn security code on this site, and man, do I realize how annoying that is, especially when you’ve come up with something thoughtful. I don’t know why it does that, but I do know that it’s sucky. However, even when you’re security code fails, I get a note of what you wrote/attempted to write, and what I can do is stick your comment on there myself. So, you know, comment away and I promise I’ll fix it.

Happy trails.

*Bruce Springsteen and the E-Street Band. My sister lived next to Little Steven for a little while, which was quite a trip. If I recall, he had an affinity for chihuahuas.

18 comments January 29th, 2007