week #33. it’s hard for the pictures to really explain how wonderful my beard is at this length. big and soft, almost like a pillow. people often laugh when i sit there and stare caressing my beard, but really, what else am i supposed to do? you’re supposed to love it and tell it that it is beautiful. i have also been debating on naming the beard “Frank”. just imagine this convo:
Girl: what are you doing tonight? Me: oh me and Frank are hanging out. Steve Guttenberg might go out for a bit. how about you? Girl: you’re weird. bye.