My face is, as I have decided to come to terms with, my face. It will not leave. It is… attached. I do not have anything against the face stuck to the front of my head really, I more have a problem with my nose. Now, when I say I have a problem with my nose, I mean that I have a problem with the fact that my nose flares when I am angry or annoyed. I also hate that this is a direct indicator to anyone who knows this fact of exactly how I feel about various mundane and significant matters. Due to the minor readership of this blog, I feel relatively comfortable sharing this little fact. Wait, maybe I don’t. I’m not sure. It is too late to really tell… maybe we should ask my nose.
“Nose, are you okay with me telling the world our secret?”
(nose flares)
“Whoops…”