Liar...

So it appears that I lied to you, Void. I am in fact back for more. I know, I know, its hard to contain the excitement and anticipation...what will I say, dear Void? That is the penultimate and suffocatingly obvious question that I really do not know how to begin to address. I could talk about my recent stress involving exams and miscommunication. But no, that is boring to everyone else who is not me. I could perhaps take a stab at voicing my opinions on the world of politics. But again no, because I would bore myself to death and have to gauge my own eyes out with a pencil sharpener and a very, very blunt turnip. No one wants that, do they?

No, no, today I shall peruse, ponder and pontificate on the topic of combovers. About 4 months ago, I was traveling home on the bus from work, when I spotted it. The most splendid, smooth and surreal combover I have ever turned my face towards. The guy had no hair on his so-shiny-you-can-see-yourself head, save two small patches (about 4 inches across and 2 down) just above his ears. Perhaps though, he just got into a fight with the lawn mower and lost. We shall never know. Not to be hindered by his lack of hair, this gentleman had in fact grown these miniscule patches of whispy hair, combed them and plastered them to his head in such a gravity-defying way, that he looked underwater. Madness. The bottom halves of the two hair gardens were combed around the base of his head and up to just below the top of the ear, the rest was in true combover style, which I'm sure, Void, you can imagine.

I wish I had taken a picture.