My attempts at keeping my beard trimmed have yielded uneven, or rather lopsided results. However, I’m kind of scared that further attempts to even it out will just make matters worse. I am in need of professional help. Ironically, there are barbers everywhere – even in the streets of Old Dhaka – giving shaves with straight edge razors. But that is a whole different kind of scary. This is certainly an act of determination.
In other news, I shampooed my face this morning.
lol. i love the beard updates. I was actually gonna suggest a trip to the barber today...not that i think you need to but just thought it might be fun. Steve got a haircut and a shoulder massage for Tk300.
ReplyDeleteP.s. My dad said you now look like a white Taliban and you must have scared the poor folks at Pyongyang. He made me write this. And his latest favorite joke- If you go to Pyongyang, we may have to send President Clinton to rescue you. lol.
ReplyDeleteFantastic. I don't know if that is better or worse than looking Amish, haha.
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