...and look how I've been. Gawd.
Churchill calls it "my black dog". I call it depression. I dropped out of college, quit my part-time job and now I am as worthless as a credit card without the magnetic stripe, a pen without ink, pencil without lead, a computer without a monitor, Jack without Jill, Elton without Bernie...(a tautological nightmare!)
Out of sheer boredom and utter whimsy, I've snapped a photo of my visage. Loss of contact with the barber and total exclusion of proper hygiene resulted in this horrific transformation. From clean cut to miscut. link
Try not to laugh. 'Tis but reality.
I resist self pity. Help me boost my morale up, people of Queenzone.
I think you look grand. We hairy folk should stick together.
"The only things in life that should be clean shaven, " says the gaffer "are lawns and carrots."
He's not picky about the ladies in his life.
