Well, Gweenbrick has reached a milestone of sorts today:
On the Internet I read that cool bloggers don't care how many followers they have.
Thats one of those things you read that is probably true.
To commemorate this moment, I will now recap in tedious detail any time that the number 20 has been significant in my life.
When I turned 20 years old, I realized that once you start balding it tends to not stop.
I was very sad because I had a gorgeous head of hair and some cute girls really liked it from a distance.
I decided the days of running back to my dorm room in tears because someone said they could see my scalp through my hair were over.
At the age of 20 I shaved my head.
After that, all love went out of my life.
The best thing about shaving my head was the huge matted patch of hair that came off in one big clump. It was not a dreadlock; it was something horrible that I had allowed to form on the back of my head.
When it hit the floor, I realized it made a perfect fake beard.
After that, I was never lonely again.