I am not ashamed! I use an
electric razor. Laugh, point, tease, throw quarters at my face,
whatever you want, I don't care. Doesn't faze me. I use an electric
razor.
In the past two months, I've been
in four different states. I spent five weeks in Arizona, one week in
California with my grandparents, four days in Idaho, and now I've
been in Utah for two weeks.
You may or may not be asking
yourself, “That's fine and dandy, sir. But what do these completely
separate events have in common?”
You probably aren't asking that
question, but I'm going to answer it anyway.
My razor has a charger, and
somewhere in between those four states, the charger is playing
hide-and-seek.
MY RAZOR IS DEAD.
It was slowly murdered as each
usage drained the energy out of the device. This should be
unsurprising, since I need to use it daily. However, the sudden
departure of life from my faithful companion came as a sudden and
painful shock.
The after-effects have been
equally painful.
The reason it was used daily was
because I have a freakishly fast rate of facial hair growth. I will
be clean shaven in the morning, and by the end of the day, look like
I have a dead hamster glued to my face.
This is just in one day.
I haven't shaved for FIVE DAYS.
No instead of a single dead
hamster, I have a whole family of them. AND their dog.
This isn't the worst part. My
facial hair has even more issues. There is an even, straight
vertical-line dividing my chin. This isn't a drawn line, any form of
handsome-cleft, or even fat folds. It's a line formed by the
different lengths of my face hair.
The fuzz on the right side is
about half as long as the left. I already knew this due to the weird
asymmetry of my wicked sweet side-burns, but it looks even more
ridiculous now that I can't shave.
No one else seems to have noticed
this phenomenon, but my sandpaper facial features have been
impossible to forget as I've gone through the past few days.
The day where I get a replacement
charger couldn't come soon enough.
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