Well, not really. But I felt like it should be.

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Nothing to really say today, and seeing that I haven’t posted a picture of myself in a while, I thought I would at least do that.

Well, one pattern in particular. I can’t decide what to do with my facial hair. It’s always changing, mostly because I get bored and start playing with it. Then it usually ends up looking like something I regret for a while until it grows back. Rinse, lather, repeat.

Full Beard:

Extended goatee / tailback:

Goatee and Mustache / Van Dyke / candado:

Goatee:

Soul patch / imperial / mouche:

What say you, the reader who has to look at my mug on occasion when I post a picture of myself on here?

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I have got to start working out…. *sigh*

A few of you may get the reference in the title (without having to Google).

So, I had my “Britney moment”.

Not really. The hair was just annoying me. So I cut it off.

From the comments I’ve already received from the Husbear and then others on flickr, my peeps apparently like me with hair. Which is really odd. Because up until a few months ago, for the last 8 years or so I always kept it cut close or shaved.

I’ll grow it back.

But the Husbear has to put the product in it for me.