03.03.06 - 2:01 pm

so i think ive done all i can with the beard. ive grown it out. trimmed it up. stroked it. tried to organize it. sucked beer and water from it. removed hairs and fuzz and crumbs from it.

i think its ready to die. i think its time.

so, in a moment of potential spontenaity, tomorrow will remain as the only day in four years of petco that i worked an eight hour shift with a mustache.

the following sunday will be the day i get my face back.