okie dokie. so i haven't exactly posted much on the sucker as of late but have no fears loyal readers, (so nobody really) i was busy growing out a generous amount of facial hair. yeah, janu-hairy is kinda a big deal for me if you couldn't tell by the topographical state of my face. i look like a blond version p. hartley, the manliest soccer player you have ever seen. no joke look him up, he plays for celtic fc and based on his stupendously abundant face hair is my hero. you will not be disappointed.
one thing i love about janu-hairy is how manly it makes me feel. once i told one of my friends, who happened to be female, that i was brawny. she told me i reminded her more of mr. clean...but alas, no more mr. clean for me! thanks to a full 30 days of facial hair growing glory i feel more confident now. my naked face would hide in fright whenever i met someone knew...i found my glaring lack of a natural carpet cavorting with my cheeks to make me appear much younger then i actually am. good when you're 70, not when you're 17. since the advent of my mustache and beard i haven't been asked how junior high is going once! wonderful!
another boon of janu-hairy is the glaring fact that ladies simply love man with some fur. ah! an epiphany! this may be my only window (since obviously once we hit february the forest has to go) to win the heart fair lady emma watson. i must depart for england right away! i'll let ya know how my campaign for her heart is doing soon, it should be riveting!
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