He literally had NO hair on his stomach, lots of
missing hair on his head, back... just everywhere.
Not exact matches
I am determined to make it spring outside... I am over the slushy sidewalks, constant fear of snow screwing up my commute and the fact that it makes me sleepier than usual (case in point I am practically falling asleep while writing this... in case you didn't know, I write my posts the night before they are published... 9/10 times I am wrapped in a towel with wet
hair laying
on my bed having the constant battle in my
head of whether to write the post or pass out... clearly we see what won... writing the post haha) I LOVE color year round, so it's no surprise that for one of the freezing days at NYFW I decided to wear shades of white, blue and black (all I am
missing is gold and it could potentially be #The Dress... seriously didn't understand that whole craze for all of 24 hours haha) Anyways... Back to what I am wearing and how it can transition perfectly into the spring.
Poor Arnold looked hor - rible; bone thin, ribs stickingout,
missing clumps of
hair and a sore
on his
head that looked as if it came from a BB gun, and he was limping.
Shooting enemies can also be dodgy though — the times when I have had the cross
hair directly
on an enemy's
head, only for the bullet to supposedly
miss its mark is exasperating.
It includes fascinating dead ends and might - have - beens (a prototype based
on the original iPod's click wheel, backlit in blue and orange); personal sacrifices («The iPhone is the reason I'm divorced»); obscure technical hurdles (the phone's infrared proximity sensor, which turns the screen off when it's near your
head, wouldn't recognize dark
hair); backstage tension at the launch (I was actually there, watching Jobs rehearse the famous iPhone keynote, but apparently
missed everything); even a symbolic onstage assassination (when Jobs publicly demonstrated swiping to delete a contact, he used Apple vice president Tony Fadell's name, foreshadowing Fadell's imminent departure).»