I have now reached the second week of not having trimmed my bush, that's my beard. Today at work I was told I looked like a psychiatrist, or teacher or a farmer, whilst in some way I was flattered, on the other hand I felt I was edging towards a certain type of look.
Now with a full beard resembling someone from (the fantastic) deliverance, I am toying with the idea of just having a goatee or just a moustache? But with little hair up top I am reluctant to lose anymore.
I think I will continue to grow it, work a Brad Pitt twisty style thing, get some jewls attached to it JEWLS!!
Nope I think I'll continue to be lazy and let it grow.
Oh well first day back at work, no real stress, applied to do some voluntary work, went to the gym, counted escorts. Came home combed my beard, had some chicken.
Now I just need to give up alcohol and hope and pray to meet some porn stars.
Perhaps I shall meet some other farmers, psychiatrists, teachers, although quite where I'll meet them is anyones guess.
A few nights back I met up with one of my oldest and best friends we started drinking in soho and continued doing so to maximum effect, of course we ended the evening eating cheap chinese food and going back to a shady gay bar to have vodka shots.
Needless to say the evening ended with me stopping a pickpocket and shouting the whole of 'I've got a feeling' (by the black eyed peas at a drag queen!!
And I have yet to shave or even trim!
Lazy gay.
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