07-31-2021, 12:25 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-31-2021, 12:27 AM by Drunk Monk.)
I have grown out my mustache again. Last time I shaved was prior to our trek. I probably have the straggliest stache in DOOM and now there’s white strands making it look even worse. But it reminds me of the trek, a strange and annoying memento for now. Somewhat aiming for that Klingon/Fu Manchu thing that my facial hair does but not sure if I’ll see it through.
I miss pooping in cat holes. It’s a guilty pleasure. There’s something about getting back to nature in this way and the view that’s so relaxing. Except for that last morning at Laurel lake where a mosquito bit my ass. There were more buzzing about, eyeing to make a meal out of other tender bits and they spoiled the experience.
I miss pooping in cat holes. It’s a guilty pleasure. There’s something about getting back to nature in this way and the view that’s so relaxing. Except for that last morning at Laurel lake where a mosquito bit my ass. There were more buzzing about, eyeing to make a meal out of other tender bits and they spoiled the experience.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse