Week three

...was nearly 'stachetastic.



I shaved the fu into this yesterday. I only lasted an hour before Anna guilted me into shaving. Apparently this is so much worse than both previous 'staches that she really couldn't handle it. She said she wouldn't be seen in public with me like that, and I truly believed her.

Then I thought it would be funny to shave it down to the same width as my soul patch: it wasn't. It was so bad that I refused to even take a picture to post here. Now I'm completely sans facial hair again and I feel naked. Even though I'm back to the same style I rock 10.5 months of the year I feel a little lonely. I grew to love each and every style and I'll miss them equally.

Goodbye beard, until November...

Week 2: Enter the Fu

Because one week just isn't enough.

Catch me ridin' dirty

December 1st. The beginning of mustache week. I don't know if I'm more surprised that I have a girlfriend (and she still manages to kiss me) or that I'm sporting this to work and nobody has said anything at all. I love not caring...

Chester A. Arthur reincarnate?

I was just gchatting with Fuzz about beard month. This naturally led to mustache week and me telling her that I'm going to try to pull off the Chester A. Arthur. I thought good ole' Wikipedia would be a proper reference for a picture of the stellar stache. Upon checking the additional photos I realized that wb bears an uncanny resemblance to this photo (below for over-under comparison) of our 21st president. Now I have to decided whether or not to throw away my stache dreams after the realization that wb can one-up me with ease...