Thursday, February 16, 2012

Shaggy

Having hair again is interesting.  I've been growing it out since Thanksgiving, or thereabouts.  Its gotten to the point now that going without a hat requires use of 'product.'  Last night I found an old jar of something called Surf Hair in the spare bathroom.  It works just fine, but it smells a lot less like the ocean, and a lote more like hairspray, then one might assume from its name.  I find myself thinking about googling hair junk to find one that doesn't smell like...much of anything.  Also, what do people tell barbers?  I've been shaving my head since I was 19, except for a brief flirtation with coiffure round about '01-'02, and even then I never knew what to tell those of the tonsurial arts when I sat down in the chair.

The beard...  Ugh, still upset about it.  I had achieved, through scratchy apathy, a decently long and scruffy face growth.  The kind of beard that made me look a bit mad all the time, or at least like my normal manner was broodish in nature.  Then I got a beard trimmer.  I immediately over-trimmed one side of my face, prompting an all-over trim of the same length.  It looked, to me, like I had shaved off about 10 years.  I'm concentrating as hard as I can to try to push this thing out of my face faster.

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