I hate my head.
My cranium. It holds my face, my hair and--to the best of my knowledge--my brain. I hate it. It's a little too big for my stick-like figure and is accentuated by my measured-in-altitude-not-inches-forehead. In addition, not only does it look slightly awkward upon close inspection, it also prevents me from wearing any kind of hat whatsoever. This, frankly, bums me out. Here's why.
This is a Trilby hat. Pretty cool, eh? I've always liked them--long before their recent surge in popularity. Unfortunately, no matter what size, brand or color, it always makes me look like I'm 12 years old. Seriously.
Anyway, I know this sounds dumb, but dammit. I wish I could wear a friggin' hat.
This is a Trilby hat. Pretty cool, eh? I've always liked them--long before their recent surge in popularity. Unfortunately, no matter what size, brand or color, it always makes me look like I'm 12 years old. Seriously.
Anyway, I know this sounds dumb, but dammit. I wish I could wear a friggin' hat.