At Any Moment

My head may explode,

Which would be a bad thing.

Does anyone else pull out their eyebrows when they are anxious? Or is that just me?

Comments

  1. Brad4:51 PM

    I'm a normal kind of guy. I chew my fingernails when anxious.

    The eyebrow thing, that's all you, babe.

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  2. Earl Cootie6:47 PM

    Eyebrows, moustaches, and chin whiskers. Eek.

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  3. em nadim7:24 PM

    i pull them too. now i have a gap or two in the eyebrows area. as a result i'm looking for a new anxiety release activity..

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  4. Anonymous8:29 PM

    I bite my nails when I'm anxious. Also, I stutter.

    *hugs*

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  5. goblinbox4:33 PM

    You must have quite dexterous little fingers. I can't pull out my own eyebrows without tweezers.

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  6. Anonymous8:49 PM

    Eyebrows? No. Mustache and whiskers, if I'm wearing 'em. Crotch hairs. Any excess length is ripe for plucking... oh yes, that too.

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  7. Only me2:58 AM

    I tend to do eyebrows AND any patch I find that I've missed while shaving. Which leads to red blotches on my skin. Hmmm, attractive....

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