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…