tequilaraymax

I lost my only blunt razor blade the other day. Decent blades are expensive. I'm too hasty and too cackhanded to use disposables. More blood than skin. So I've been waiting for the money to buy new blades. It came finally.

I don't really like having a beard. Semi-beard. Last night I promised myself I'd shave last thing, before going to bed. Dunno why, it felt more like a treat that way.

Thing is, halfway through, I almost gave up and went to bed. So boring and difficult with so much wiry growth. I didn't much feel like looking like a heretic so I made myself finish the job.

You're maybe hoping this mundane story has a good ending, like, I cut myself badly... slashed my throat... lopped off an ear... but nope, sorry. Nada.

Gigs soon. Better looking October Country site, courtesy of this afternoon.

I'm gonna destroy my wardrobe this week. I decided.

Time to be more quasi-Victorian lounge sleazebag, and less... well... sloppy.

Feel free to post interesting comments to make up for the futile void of this entry.

Out.