Mustache Wednesday

~ Oh, dear lord!

~ You are not a mustache person.

~ Un-uh, you are not getting any.

~ Dude?!

~ That may have been cool style back in the days of the buggy... you know, like horses and shit.

~ I can’t concentrate when I look at you... it’s just that thing on your face...

~ Ha!

~ I see you’ve joined The Village People.

~ Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.

~ It’s uneven.

Those are just a sampling of the greetings I have received today. What did I expect? I even creep myself out. Every time I pass a mirror I shudder violently and try to rub the fuzz off my upper lip. The space between my nose and mouth is just too small to display a proper mustache. My ‘stache has that thin Rhett Butler look, which works fine for Clark Gable but un-fine for Shenry. Thank god that this government building has so few mirrors. I’ve gone through hour-long stretches when I’ve forgotten how stupid I look.

As a guy, I’ve got to do this at least once in my life. Seriously, I have the option so I might as well exercise it.
...and so it was written, shenry at 5/21/2003 02:44:00 PM.
...and so it was appended with .