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my face is my fortune, sir, she said
Tuesday, 21 January 2014

I have weird thoughts. To illustrate my point, I present you with this (current) example:

I am thinking of a situation whereby I am extremely good friends with my future gay dance instructor. Imagine him being all girly and taking care of his skin when he sees my horrifying face and says, "Oh my God!" while he fans himself as he continues, "Why is your face like that?" while making flamboyant hand gestures, clucking his tongue disapprovingly as he examines my face.

I would shrug nonchalantly and reply, "I don't know. Genetics?"

He would reel back in shock and almost stumble over some nonexistent rock on the parquet dance floor, before recovering himself and shaking his index finger.

"No, no, no! My face is my fortune, sir, she said," he would belt out in the familiar nursery rhyme.

"Come, let me teach you the basics of keeping a nice, clean face," my dance instructor would beckon me towards him, excited to share his secret formula.

Hmm, what a nice future.

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