Thursday, 22 November 2012

_Always Something better.

Un-even whiskers seem to be a what my face is doing recently. It could be due to concentration of my mind being on almost everything but appearance. Reflections that cause stomach-churn's create instant on the spot action, calling upon Clasemont Road communication to salvage the vanity I posses, until I let it all happen again.

Simple understanding of the growth concept makes me aware that constant grooming for baby bum smoothness is necessary. Yet finding myself responsible for this is an unrealistic idea.

My coach told me once that he feels there is always something better to do than sleep. I have the same outlook about shaving.

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