Morning musings, I know. I dry shave... Which is a pretty inaccurate term seeing how dry shaving still uses water, what I mean is that I shave without shaving cream. Just me, my razor, and warm water as a sort of placebo effect for my utterly ravaged facial structure. Doing this this morning provided me with insight on my razor. As I see it, I have three phases to my razor, thats sharp, used, and dull. Sharp is obvious. A brand new razor, fine points, with that little blue strip beaming happily at me. What this means to me, is not only am I going to happy shave away any speck of facial her, but also all of the skin covering my skull. I find I get a lot of nicks with a new razor, which, while harmless, leaves my face looking ragged and, well... Not good. However, a dull razor is the equivalent of removing your mustache with a nice strip of duck tape. The more blades, the better the tape, relieving you of excess passes, leaving your face raw, but still intact. I tend to prefer this. Although painful at the time of ripping, I tend to look better after a dull shave. Pain is meaningless. ... Unless it's beneficial. The used is the worst. You get the combined effect of rapidly tweezing all of your body hair out with the disastrous first time user nick look. Wonderful. Luckily, that phase passes quickly. Any way it goes, at the end, I have a baby smooth face, the pain is long forgotton, and I become acceptable to the working class until the next morning. So, I'll leave you, clean-shaven, and tired, and will continue to complain until someone decides to buy me shaving cream... Remember, I'm cheap, so you don't have to be...
- Mood:
Neutral - Listening to: The hum of the ELITE
- Reading: The Five Love Languages
- Watching: The Big Bang Theory
- Playing: Anything my wife will play...
- Eating: Chocolate!
- Drinking: SUNKIST!!!
A poem
Fear
Tired
