Mjarc
I'm sitting in my room, waiting for the taste of toothpaste to wear off of my teeth so I can go drink a glass of orange juice with my Dayquil. Hell yeah ... this is the life. Matt and I went shopping yesterday, and I decided to buy all new toiletries, seeing as how I've been out of them since two months ago, and I've been mooching off our other roommate, Al. I bought shampoo, a new toob of DualAction Whitening Toothpaste (way better than Ultra Brite), a new toothbrush (which felt like it was massaging my teeth a few seconds ago - can't wait to brush again), and some new razor blades for my razor. I haven't shaved for going on two weeks now, but I'm still nowhere near being able to grow a beard yet, which is beginning to really chap my ass.
I want to look like a lumberjack, but I'm not quite sure that its ever going to happen. I know my dad had a beard at some point when he was my age. Why can't I grow one? I've got weird bald patches on the left and right side of my jaw, and the hair that does grow in isn't very thick and beard-ish. More like curly and a bit gross, to tell the truth. Who cares, though? It's not like I've got mad chicks beating down my doors right now. I should just suck it in - again - and grow it as long as I can stand it, and go from there. Guarantee that Zook and Scooter and Matt will start making fun of me within the next two weeks. They always do when I try something new. Fuckers.
Well, the taste is gone. I'm off to the grocery again. I wrote down what I need on my left hand: (1) kleenex - preferrably aloe vera enhanced (2) medicine - Dayquil, Nyquil, & Aleve, and, though I don't need it for this particular battle, I'll probably pick up some Immodium AD, too - never know when that's going to be needed (3) chapstick (4) cups (5) knives - for peanut butter and jelly (6) more orange juice.
If these germs aren't going to give up soon, I'll just have to snuff them out. Tally ho!
I'm sitting in my room, waiting for the taste of toothpaste to wear off of my teeth so I can go drink a glass of orange juice with my Dayquil. Hell yeah ... this is the life. Matt and I went shopping yesterday, and I decided to buy all new toiletries, seeing as how I've been out of them since two months ago, and I've been mooching off our other roommate, Al. I bought shampoo, a new toob of DualAction Whitening Toothpaste (way better than Ultra Brite), a new toothbrush (which felt like it was massaging my teeth a few seconds ago - can't wait to brush again), and some new razor blades for my razor. I haven't shaved for going on two weeks now, but I'm still nowhere near being able to grow a beard yet, which is beginning to really chap my ass.
I want to look like a lumberjack, but I'm not quite sure that its ever going to happen. I know my dad had a beard at some point when he was my age. Why can't I grow one? I've got weird bald patches on the left and right side of my jaw, and the hair that does grow in isn't very thick and beard-ish. More like curly and a bit gross, to tell the truth. Who cares, though? It's not like I've got mad chicks beating down my doors right now. I should just suck it in - again - and grow it as long as I can stand it, and go from there. Guarantee that Zook and Scooter and Matt will start making fun of me within the next two weeks. They always do when I try something new. Fuckers.
Well, the taste is gone. I'm off to the grocery again. I wrote down what I need on my left hand: (1) kleenex - preferrably aloe vera enhanced (2) medicine - Dayquil, Nyquil, & Aleve, and, though I don't need it for this particular battle, I'll probably pick up some Immodium AD, too - never know when that's going to be needed (3) chapstick (4) cups (5) knives - for peanut butter and jelly (6) more orange juice.
If these germs aren't going to give up soon, I'll just have to snuff them out. Tally ho!
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