Chi Chi Chi Chia!

I've decisively given up on shaving since the past week. With what little testosterone I have pumping I've managed to puff out an extremely irritating misshapen fuzz. I don't have to tell you it looks terrible. You can probably just imagine and that'll get you halfway there. But the good thing about looking terrible up front is that you don't have to worry too much about much else. Something that pretty much repels any kind of social interaction leaves me comfortably reserved. Plus I like to think of it kind of like a ChiaPet, the hedgehog one (because the head shaped one was stupid), only I don't have to water it, trim it, or leave it out in the sun. I pretty much just scratch and run my fingers along my chin stubble thoughtfully. Yeah, that's the stuff.