Beards of GLORY!

If you've ever wondered why I have a beard, this is your answer.

I am quite fond of reason number four:


P.S.  My abnormal psych test was hard.

P.P.S.  Upon further review, it seems that Social Problems might be Intro to Sociology Lite, so I'm dropping it in favor of Microeconomics.  Run and hide, laissez-faire capitalism, I'm comin' for ya!

Several months without a haircut.

Seriously, my hair was so long I couldn't stand it. Now, I feel ten pounds lighter, and in this late autumn weather, about ten degrees colder. It's probably also the shortest I've ever had my hair since I shaved my head way back in 1997.

Here I am at the bus stop this morning:


I'm not chillin' at my crib with my mad photoshoppin' skillz, so this is the raw deal, my peeps.  I'm off to a classical mythology test now.  Pray to your Lord and Maker that I can remember which chick fucked the bull.  Oh wait, there were several.  Crap.