Image borrowed hereYesterday, after a long hot afternoon of non-stop karaoke and belting on top of our lungs, I decided to take a break, have a long cool bath which everyone deserves in this kind of temperature - and shave. Mind you, it wasn't just a shave. It was my first shave. Ever.
I was excited to show every one of the new clean and neat look I have. But when I looked in the mirror minus the shaving cream and all that, I was shocked. I felt empty inside. As if something is missing in the big picture that is a part of me. Was it because of the shaver? Was it because of the shaving cream? Or perhaps my eyes are playing tricks on me again?
Sure, I looked young. But I'd flatly describe it as if I had a lower lip augmentation slash chin elongation surgery. Ugh. I'm not used to this at all. I missed my goatee. Oh, where for art thou, Goatee?
I was excited to show every one of the new clean and neat look I have. But when I looked in the mirror minus the shaving cream and all that, I was shocked. I felt empty inside. As if something is missing in the big picture that is a part of me. Was it because of the shaver? Was it because of the shaving cream? Or perhaps my eyes are playing tricks on me again?
Sure, I looked young. But I'd flatly describe it as if I had a lower lip augmentation slash chin elongation surgery. Ugh. I'm not used to this at all. I missed my goatee. Oh, where for art thou, Goatee?
Awwww, boys who miss their goatee move me. Did it grow back? :)
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