On dealing with a great and profound loss of identity
oops I did it again
Oops, I did it again.
I’ve just made a terrible mistake dear reader.
You ever have those non thinking moments - when everything slows down and you’ve done something that you cannot easily fix?
You know those times - dropping a plate, swearing at a boss, losing your wedding ring at the bottom of Lake Huron.
Or is this just me?
Well, dress me in a short kilt, pigtails and call me Brittney:
Oops, I did it again.
This time it wasn’t serious.
And?
For the next little while, I will have to suffer through comments and questions.
I took the guard off my shaver before I went to trim my moustache. In one short sharp swipe I’d removed half.
Oops, that was a mistake.
How the fuck did I do this?
I have no idea.
First day, new brain?
Even that doesn’t explain how I managed to shave halfalip without thinking about it.
And that’s likely what happened - the not thinking part.
Oops, I did it again.
Brittney was always getting in trouble - even when she didn’t deserve to.
Talk about Toxic eh?
But enough about Britney’s blunders. Let's get back to my face.
With half a moustache, I could have just done the whole small square thing - like they wore in the 1930’s to signify that you survived a mustard gas attack, but Adolf is never a good look as far as this troll’s concerned.
With that in mind, I quickly removed what was left.
I didn’t go fully clean mind you.
There is still stubble where my magnificent lip lettuce once lived.
But!
The family are going to talk
Everyone will have questions and opinions about their p.o.v. on my diddly ole donut duster.
And?
That’s not why I did it.
It was a mistake.
But that’s what happens with mistakes.
There are times we’d like to forget them.
Oops, I did it again.
But the others?
They love to remind us of that time we shaved our moustache then drove drunk with a baby on our laps.
Wait a minute.
That wasn’t me.
Oops, I did again.
Stay greasy Musketeers.
Oops.
Half of it was gone in a short quick swipe.