day 7

almost there:

day 6

outdoor monthstache. looks kind of puny under the sun's cruel microscope.

day 5

The combination of my feeble moustache:

and this picture that BJL sent me:


has me thinking about Adam Morrison. It looks like he's a dud, huh? That's too bad. I like that dude, tears and all.

day 4

Today was a shitty day. But at least I grew me some moustache. I am concerned already about the area directly beneath the septum, however. That may require a little sharpie work when all is said and done.

day 3

Here's the best thing about growing a moustache: there are no wasted days. In the past, if I woke up at 10, dicked around on the internet for an hour, watched sportscenter, ate some Doritos, took a nap, woke up, felt depressed, dicked around some more, ate dinner, and went to bed, I might have a moment where my conscience said, what the hell are you doing with your life?

Now, when I do a quick mental recap of the day's activities, I always know I've been productive in at least one way. I've grown my moustache a little bit. And that's enough.

day 2

These things take time.

day 1

Nothing to report yet.