Sitting at my desk…

reach up to brush away a stray hair on my chin…

but it won’t brush away…

because it’s attached…

TO MY CHIN…

correction…

to the MOLE on my chin…

WHEN DID I GET A MOLE!??!

FUCK THAT, WHEN DID IT START GROWING HAIR!?!?!?

And it wasn’t a small hair! NO, it was HUGE…

I know what you’re thinking:

You: Mona, you pulled it out?
Me: um, YA I PULLED IT OUT!

You: But Mona, now two will grow in its place.
Me: … no it won’t… that’s just an old wise tale… right?

You: Sure… sure… is it preserved in a piece of tape?
Me: Well duh, of course it is! I had to have proof, otherwise no one will believe me!

You: … and the coin?
Me: For size reference.

You: But what did you do to George Washington?
Me: He’s in shock at the sheer size of it! … wait… that’s Roosevelt, Washington is on the quarter.

You: Oh, I thought that was a quarter.
Me: No! It’s a dime, the hair’s not THAT big!

You: Sorry, my bad… per your “freak out” I thought it was bigger.
Me: You’re kind of a jerk.

You: Sticks and stones Mona.
Me: ya, sticks and stones will hurt you!!

You: Not by the hair on YOUR chinny chin chin!
Me: … I hate you…