Thursday, March 04, 2004

Makeover. I couldn't get the five queer guys to make a housecall so I decided to take the situation into my own hands and exit the beard, at least for a while.

Homer in March.

It is strange how you can look at a picture of yourself and see things. Like the fact that I don't appear to have an upper lip or that one eye is a little bigger than another or that my skin has a slightly yellow cast to it. What's that all about?

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