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I've decided that I dislike shaving my face very much, and I'm not going to do it for a while. This runs contrary to my general preference of hairlessness in every socially acceptable male area.

I don't get it either.

I've always had a sort of dermal anomaly on the right-central quarter of my neck; the hair there grows up, instead of down like on the rest of my face. Subsequently, since the far-right quarter grows downward, where the two meet there forms a spiral, similar in appearance to a Doppler image over the clash of high- and low-pressure systems. My wonderful aunt and I dubbed it the hypno-beard.

I believe I'm going to purchase the Chronicles of Riddick DVD that just came out. Additionally, I've been wanting to see the Howard Stern movie again, and since I owe Blockbuster twelve bucks, it'd be cheaper just to buy it.

And for anyone who finds personal satisfaction in the pain of others, you'll be ecstatic to learn that I took an airsoft BB shot at close range right to the tip of my nose. Now, I'm not a particularly vain individual, but the last couple of days have been like the Zit Episode from every bad sitcom since 1988. Except it's not a zit.

Had I a digital camera or a face-friendly scanner, this entry would likely be 200% more interesting.