Shave

I hate shaving. I hate it so much that when I finally do shave, I do a very poor job. Today, I shaved off my week long growth with electric shears. Then I shaved, using a razor, in the shower. Unfortunately I forgot to clean it up in front of the mirror. I realized this once I got to work. With my bad shave and my flannel shirt, I walked around looking like I was my own grandfather or something. To make matters worse, I had rouge hairs stuck in my shirt and in my chest hair. So not only did I look like a nuclear holocaust survivor but I itched too.