I dunno why I’m doing this.  No one will read this.

And when I imagine anyone reading this, they make fun.

And when I go out, everyone’s looking at me.  Then they pretend not to when I look their way.  I try to make myself believe that they’re checking me out, but know that’s not terribly realistic.

I’m absolutely positive that at this very instant there is something unsightly on my shirt or face, in my teeth or hair and someone who very well could help a brother out refuses to inform me of this embarrassing predicament.

I dunno why I’m doing this.

PS – The fantastic pic at the top of my blog is used under a creative commons license.  I found it on flickr.  It’s called Puppet and comes from user Ayres no graces.  That puppet has more facial hair than I’ll ever be able to grow.


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