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So for the last few weeks I've been growing out the facial hair. My goal was to have all facial hair the same length and to grow out a beard and mustache. Not a super long one, just enough to see what it looks like. Man, Mustaches are fucking annoying. I make fun of mustaches and associate them with cops, trailor trash, and old perverts who think Magnum PI and Burt Reynolds are still sex idols. Anyways. Today the journey ends due to job search. Im contemplating my next grooming. I want to cut my hair allmost shaved and have the stuble overgrown 5:00 shadow, but its too damn cold. And I was thinking of puting my hair back in rows and doing a thin line Puerto Rican style designed facial lines. I dont think that'll go over well with future employers though.

The whole facial hair rant I just went into should be a sufficient example of why I need to get a job and get the fuck outta the house. I decided last night that to help my staying out of the house and to improve my health/appearance Im going to go to the gym twice a day. I'm gonna stick to my routine and lift weights but I'm gonna add a morning hour of treadmill and light cardio. I want to have the stamina of a machine. And I want to lean out alot. Right now there is a thin layer of fat that covers my definition and my current routine isnt getting rid of it fast enough. I've come to the conclusion that the indestructable thin layer of fat I have accumulated during my heavy drinking from age 16-24. Man... 211 forties and whiskey come and stay. It's like a ring of fat resembling a belt, not unlike what boxers wear. You wear the belt as a symbol of your heavy weight drinking championship. I figure... you party like a rock star when you're young and spend the rest of your life trying to fix the damage. So, now that I've written this long ass novel about nothing... Im gonna be off to the gym. Till then...