I trimmed my goatee this morning and I hate the way it looks. It’s too short. I always inevitably trim it too short, so it looks awful for a week or so. I don’t know why I complain about. I generally don’t like the way I look anyway, so complaining about something so miniscule is like tilting at a windmill.
Life seems to be in a holding pattern right now. If time flows at all, it inches forward. There are things coming up. Anniversaries, good and bad. Easter. Concerts. Work, work, work, pub, club, sleep. I’m using these things to distract myself right now. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to care.
So, I listen to the dog “yip-yip-yip.” I hide my amusement as my son “misbehaves.” I avoid thinking about things out of my grasp. I avoid thinking about where things are going. The words elude me. I just feel them.
I don't think it looks bad at all, I think your just not use to it yet.
ReplyDeleteI don't see you as a club guy? Pub yes, club? not so much. Why do I not imagine you wearing "boots with the fur" or "raving" nor do I imagine you at the yacht club with a pink polo shirt and a tennis racket. What's going on? What kind of club is this? ;-)
Take a long sip in the hot sun- that always helps me....
ReplyDeleteAwww he is so cute! What a nice day.
ReplyDeleteYou look hawt!
What is this the new look? No stash and short!?
Hubby did the same thing, I think you fellas are preparing for summer already!