Hair. There. Everyhwere!

Today, I found my first white hair.

My first reaction?
"!@#$!. Dammit. But I am still young!"

What was it? Am I going through the process induced by evolution into my genetic make up so that I may live to my healthiest until my reproductive age and die slowly and gradually thereafter? I must have stood staring in disbelief at that white hair for about three minutes. I have had rather fine hair.. Ok. Who am I kidding. I've had great, awesome hair. As compared to my friends at least. My best friend is almost bald. Has white hair that can almost reflect enough sunlight to boil a lake. The others in the gang; well...either bad hair. Or unhealthy hair. Or thinning hair. Or no hair. Either too much gel and too much spikes on an already large head. Phew. This is coming up as the most narcissistic blog entry ever but yeah till yesterday, I had hair that went perfectly fine with my Greek God looks. (Jeez if you think I'm being trashy, you should have stopped reading after the first line!)

My father didn't start getting grey hair until he was 53! And my mother won't even tell me about her hair history. Though I know she has been buying a hair colour for like 7 years now. Anyway.

What did I do? I have clipped that freaking pawn of Satan out of my head and put it into an envelope and dated it. 09/06/09. If you just change the dimensions of it, that date actually becomes 06/06/06!!! 666! Satan! I told you! This must have been a conspiracy of the Evil! It did unnerve me but I am determined to fulfill the prophesy.

I am hitting the treadmill tomorrow. And antioxidants. To combate age.

But it's Pizza night tonight. And Terminator Salvation on dvd!