Literature
Flying Brains and Hairy Dogs
Stupid Paragraph about hairy dogs, ideas of a lifetime and missing eyebrows
Tauntingly I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. My eyebrows were still missing. Damn. Last night I spent wishing for them to grow back. Instead of sheep I had counted dogs with big, hairy eyebrows. However, it didn't help.
Today, I had to go to school. Damn again. Surely, I would be called terrible names. Not ugly names like Marge or Percival but mean names like No-Eyebrow-Jo or something like that. God, I wished I had burned my face in a horrible accident. In that case I would have had a perfect excuse for not having eyebrows. Plus, I wouldn't have to go to sc