You two are pathetic. Wrath, I would happily snip your toe-friends off with wire cutters just to underscore your freakish aloneness. And Fiddlesticks, nothing would surprise me more than to find that you even HAVE hair on your balls. Zen Phoenix deserves better acolytes. Like me.

Did you ever find out whose hair it was?

It seems like only yesterday I was sitting on my mom's bed, drawing little faces on my toes and pretending that they were my friends. Time really flies. Whee.

You have no idea how much this poem speaks to my current situation. Yesterday I found a white hair on my balls.