See, I shaved.

Because everybody likes a follow-up entry. And more important, pictures.

Reached that critical threshold where I couldn’t stand to look at myself in the mirror. Seeing as how I’m single, I pretty much shave to my own aesthetics, which may or may not be off. If I had a ladyfriend who adored facial hair and requested I not shave for six months, I’d gladly comply. I know how my beard is quite similar to pubic hair in texture. Plus it’s good at retaining certain feminine scents and juices. :: winkwink ::

My facial hair is STILL filling out, really. Cleaning up my cheeks defines my beard better. As my mustache grows, it’s fun to lick the hairs with my tongue, but that gets old. I’m going to lift today, and I don’t feel like feeling like a dirtbag!

And I’m exceedingly aware that I have a weak left sideburn. I have absolutely no idea why. My right sideburn grew in rather fast, and my left.. kind of never did? I am not symmetrical! No matter.

Also, I find it amazing that I don’t use shaving cream anymore. Shaving cream is a tool of the man. Did you know shaving cream is corosive to blades? HA. I used to bleed constantly when I used shaving cream. Now? Far, far less TimmyBleeding.

Have lots more to write when I get home from the gym. I want to finish Sunday. ..Or Monday. Anyway, enough talk which nobody will read. Pic-tars!

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