Where it All Began
I, rather accidentally, acquired my unibrow. I wasn’t born with it. It wasn’t passed down genetically from generation to generation. It was given to me… by my older sister. It all came about during a rather interesting game that involved large pillow barricades, a china teacup, and my head. Without further details needed, lets just say that I now have a disfiguring scar in my left eyebrow that changes the direction of hair growth.
Now, some might argue, “Unibrow… most people would agree that there must be two sides to any good, full, and uninterrupted unibrow. So if your scar only changes the direction of growth in one eyebrow, then how does the other meet it in the middle?” Well folks, that is a mystery left for the ages. But I will tell you this much that I’m sure my south asian background has nothing to do with it. NOTHING.
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amy | October 19, 2006 at 5:16 pm
hey you
how’s the crazy life going? when’s the wedding, not yours hahah, janet’s? how’s the studying?
alright well aaron heads home in decemeber so we will try and drive down in november, just let me know what weekend works for you. ohh and did you see if you can get a couple days off next week? vegas baby
talk to you soon
don’t forget about us here at home
amy
ps krista is coming to TO sometime next week, so if your home one of these weekends you should come out with us
love ya
bye