yesterday my face wanted out from behind its beardy cover. my face wanted to feel the warm (read hello july, where's the warm!) summer air on its cheeks. my lips wanted free from the bristlestache and goatee that kept them cozy all year round.
so, i done shave my face. from ear to ear. nought left, save a bit under my lip for nostalgia. clean as a whistle. bare as a babe's arse. smooth as...well, as this point not too smooth. thanks genes for morning-after stubble that would i shave every 6 hours to keep up the look of a jovial kind. by the week's end i'll be back to my old barbu self.
ahhh, it was fresh whilst it lasted.
hic extraneus sum
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I wish I got to see you as your jovial self :P
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