Facial Hair

Now, if you’ve seen recent picstures of me (or just met me, I know some of my friends read this… maybe once they did……) I now sport a decent beard and moustache.

Now, over the last few weeks, I haven’t really trimmed it, and so the handlebars of the moustache are starting to get a bit long, and the bear a bit fuller and bushy. Now, beard is fine, it just needs combing. But I’m finding more and more that the ‘tache is getting in the way. The hairs get in my mouth, they tickle the side of my face, but as my facial hair is quite corse, its getting a bit unruly, and unmanagable.

So surfing the interblag (xkcd, it works bitches) I’ve discovered about waxing my facial hair. Seems a bit weird, but hey, might as well give it a go. So tonight, gonna go home and use the wax I’ve got there, see how things work out – will the smell waft my nose constantly? Will the wax taint my food? Or will it outright work well?

Update tomorrow (when I’ve fixed my computer!)

*sigh*

Tired, oh so tired.

Good News - I have money, so I can buy those amazing new cymbals this week that I’ve been debating about for 6 months or so.

Bad News – My computer recently decided to give up the ghost and I’ve had to eat into that fund to buy a new motherboard, processor and memory.

Good News – parts are coming Saturday, and I get to play with a brand new shiney computer that is faster than my old one

Bad News – Because its a Saturday delivery, I have to stay in all day, and I found out that a friend whom I haven’t seen in a while is going to be in Brum for breakfast. Bugger.

Good News – With my girlfriend’s new job she sometimes gets home really early, so we get to spend some time together

Bad News – We’ve spent about 3 nice evenings together and all the other times I’ve gotten into a bad mood over nothing and then grumped about all evening, or I’ve been derogatary to Laura and then she hasn’t wanted to spend any time with me which makes me kick myself all evening.

Sometimes, i wish i didn’t have such bad intonation and stressing of words which makes everything I say seem like an insult or a derogatary comment. I honestly don’t mean it, but it comes out that way.

My Mum always said I like to make things difficult for myself. Boy was she right.