I know I said it before, but all our bridges burned down

A lot has happened in the last year, at least I think it has. I shall convey it in bullet point form.

-lived with friends, in a different city, in a somewhat smelly house.

-passed 2nd year at university.

-moved back home, to be constantly annoyed by family members.

-girlfriend passed her driving test and got a new car.

-started working full time (40 hours) at an electronics factory.

-earned more money than I new what to do with.

-went to see take that.

-went to see take that again.

-bought weights in an attempt to gain muscles…this did not work.

-bought a MacBook pro, became an apple fanboy.

-split up with long term girlfriend (3 years).

-got very very drunk.

-spent summer trying to reconcile the relationship.

-bought my first car, a snazzy 51 plate ford fiesta.

-paid stupid amount to insure car.

-started seeing ex girlfriend again.

-finished working at Siemens to return to uni.

-started commuting into uni.

-fanboyed and bought an iPhone 4s on release day.

-split up with girlfriend again. For good. Whilst surrounded by geese an arguing about Gary Barlow.

-got very very drunk. Room started to resemble a bottle bank.

-started seeing someone new.

-played lots and lots of COD

-went MW3 midnight launch.

-made life altering decision, that I am yet to decide if it was a good or bad one.

-bought red chinos.

-avoided parents for weeks.

-got somewhat drunk.

-enjoyed being with new girlfriend, just as geeky as me.

- started going to a place I never thought I would have to go.

-see new found glory, first gig I have been to in a long time.

-new girlfriend buys a new car.

-break up with new girlfriend.

-discover the only person I actually talk to is Stuart.

-turn 21.

-buy a pair of rayban wayfarers, even tho it is constantly gloomy and or raining.

-realise just how odd I am.

I guess that’s about it. It may be trivial, but it has been an odd year to say the least.

Everything changes.

During my somewhat short life I have been slighted by a few inconveniences; my awkward nature around women, hell my awkwardness around anyone with a pulse, my short stature and the realisation that even if exposed to toxic waste, I will never have or gain a superpower. 

However, a constant source of irritation in the last quarter of my life, quite literally, has been facial hair. Course and dark, it is at best a pain to deal with. Using a variety of brands, throughout my shaving life, even the closest shave leaves a noticeable level of stubble across the lower half of my face, or at best it is doomed to return within the following few hours. Worse still, even being in the same room as a razor results in a itchy redness, that makes my neck reminiscent of the red skull.  A life’s affliction. 

Liking the idea of being a dignified gent, and partially due to my undeniable hipster tendencies, I decided to buy a DE (double edged) razor, a shaving brush and some shaving soap. The bathroom shelf looks somewhat reminiscent of a nineteenth century barbers. No idea what I was to do I lathered the foam and went for it. I won’t lie, the first time it looked like I had attacked my face with a cheese grater. With some practice, it’s the best, closest and least irritable shave I could imagine. 

I’m unsure to why I’ve written this post, I’m sure no one is particularly bothered about my shaving habits.

Anyway, try it.  

I haven’t been single for this long in 8 years. Scary thought.