Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Dirty hairy.

I woke up late the other day, so I went to work without shaving. I didn’t have enough time the next day either, so I ended up doing the same thing. By the third day, I looked at my face in the mirror and thought I was starting to actually look good with a beard.

I’ve been letting it grow for a week and a half, and now all I want to do when I look at my face in the mirror is vomit.

I would, except I don’t want to have to clean half-digested food out of my chin hair.

I never learn. I tried growing facial hair two years ago and ended up hating it a week and a half into it too. This thing is just as hideously patchy as it was then, only this time I’m going for a whole beard instead of just a goatee. That means there’s two times the facial hair, which makes it two times as crappy.

The problem is that it takes up to a month for a beard to fill in, and I just don’t have the guts to walk around for two more weeks looking like a disgusting idiot. But then again, who’s to say I would look good with a full beard anyway? I have a feeling I’d just end up looking like a younger, less-maniacal President of Iran.

I hate this thing so much. I can’t stand to be this revolting for another second. I think I better go get my razor as soon as possible to use on my face before I’m tempted to use it on my jugular.