I Have a Beard.

I have a beard.

It's this one black hair that sticks out of my chin. It's very manly and pokes me when I scratch myself. Once a month I pull it out. And then it grows back.

It's sort of expected now. Like the first time I noticed it I was weirded out. Then after it came back I was annoyed, frightened by the beast that I might be becoming. I pulled it out again. And alas, it returned.

It's been about a year and every month it comes back. It's my man beard.

I can't really stroke it but sometimes I think it gives me wisdom and luck.

One time I got good news and noticed I hadn't plucked my beard out yet. So that was the basis for my theory.

There are times when I don't notice it until I'm out and at dinner and then I feel it and I'm embarrassed. But why? It's my friend. It's name is Bill.

I mean underneath it all I think this pretty much proves that women can be manly and men can be womanly. Brent likes pedicures.

I mean, perhaps this is TMI but come on, don't try to sit there and act like you don't have a beard yourself. Or some sort of manly thing, like a uni brow.

Anyway, I got rid of Bill yesterday and I'm back to my normal womanly like behaviors.