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Six days post-shave.

This is normally the point where I go: ‘This is ridiculous now, off it comes’ and shave. But I kept going, BECAUSE I’M DEDICATED TO THE CAUSE.

I nearly did get rid of the sex-offender-like moustache I’m currently rocking, as I had to go into town for a few things and always like to look my best. Today I definitely did not look my best, and that was mainly due to my lacklustre whiskers.

However, I felt like I was being looked at by more girls than usual, the usual being none girls. This could either be because they were creeped out by my moustache, or they were totally loving it. I’m going to assume that it was the latter, as I’m pretty sure I read somewhere that patchy paedo beards are definitely a hot look at the moment (source: a piece of paper I wrote on just now).

My bristles are currently at grabbable (not a word) length. There are patches becoming apparent within the patches, and scratching my chin sounds ace and apparently makes me look wise (source: ibid). We’re nearing a week since my last proper shave and then we push through a barrier never experienced before… that I remember.