SuperSatellite

On Aging

// June 19th, 2006 // Brain dumps, Health, Life and Times

I have learned something.  I used to complain about getting gray hair already.  In reality, I guess that’s not so bad.  Kind of distinguished, you know?  And if I’m going gray in my early 20′s, that means I’ll never lose my hair.  At least that’s what I’ll tell myself.  But you know what I have decided is a bigger bitch about growing old?  Shaving.

When I was a freshman in highschool, facial hair was awesome.  I was one of two guys that was able to grow honest, real hair that wasn’t just peachfuzz.  Granted, it took a couple weeks to fill in, and even then, I looked like a 14 year old that was growing in what facial hair he could to be cool (ironic, since that’s what I was, sadly, and I don’t think I ever really succeeded).  But that’s the thing, it was a slow process.  These days I can’t even go two days without shaving.  It’s just a constant, unceasing responsibility now.  As I sit here, I look scruffy because I haven’t shaved since Friday.  I should have this morning, but I was lazy.  But by tonight, if I have any regard for how I look in public, I’ll be shaving.  It’s silly, I know, but it occured to me when I was watching The Patriot, and I noticed how baby’s ass smooth Heath Ledger’s face was, and I found it completely unrealistic.  I couldn’t stay that clean shaven on a day to day basis unless I carried an electric razor with me and used it regularly.  I’ll just start growing a wild, Mel Gibson beard, since I’m just as crazy as him.  I think I could get away with it, what do you think?

Well, I have finally, officially, sold my old car.  I have cash in hand, and title signed over.  A relief, to be sure.  I hated having that thing hanging around.  Never even had to list it in the paper.  Basically the first guy that looked at it bought it.  I have really good luck selling vehicles out of that yard.

I need caffeine.

I cleaned the piss out of my shower yesterday.  No, no, not literally, I mean I scrubbed the hell out of it, also not literally.  My drains are slow because I keep forgeting to call Roto-Rooter to clean all of the disgusting Pittsburg essence out of the pipes, which caused my drains to move so slow, that like sediment built up in my tub.  It was not a pretty sight.  Anyway, it was a pain in the butt, but I got on that sumuhnabitch with a scrubby…thing…and some Scrubbing Bubbles, and now it’s sparkly clean again.  And by god I will call Roto-Rooter today.  The worst part is that I can’t just let my washer drain normally.  If I do, it will back up on to the floor.  I have to stand there on the drain cycles and let it drain, open the top, let it drain, open the top, and I do that for like 5 minutes so that I can get the water out safely.  Yarrr.

Yeah, I need caffeine.