The final documentation. Come tomorrow at 23:59, I suspect I’ll be hovering over the sink with a razor at my upper lip, twitching in anticipation.
Let it never be said that I’m afraid of a commitment.
Week 52, front:
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Just woken up and hungover, so pardon the extra gruel.
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I’d planned on updating this yesterday (late anyway, but still with SOME semblance of order), but Windstream was down for the whole county. Fuckers.
I’m disappointed in these pictures. I look MUCH hairier in person.
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GRIZZLED. And late; had to work the weekend and was pretty lazy today. So there.
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One more month…
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I wish I could say it was late because of work; nope, just lazy.
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Over the past couple of weeks, it’s gotten long enough to get tangled. This is both awesome and troublesome.
Someday I’ll get enough sleep before taking photos of myself. :/
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1) After I reach a steady 220 lbs. (100 kg), a new goal: 9% body fat. Some people laughed when I mentioned it earlier. That’s good; it makes me that much more determined. When I started this blog, I was (not really) content to be fat and strong. The beetus changed my outlook a little and may have been the kick in the pants I needed to get otherwise healthy.
2) Didn’t lift any more this week after the thumb-slicing. Pictures to be posted later when I feel like it. Not sure when I’m going to go back to the gym (probably next week since I’m addicted – I can at least do some more cardio in the meantime), but I’m going to have to get creative with some exercises until the thing fully heals.
3) Project Beard pictures also to be posted later when I feel like it. Fuck you, I do what I want. 
EDIT: Here we go. Extra pissed-off and barely awake, wooo.
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I had a run-in earlier with a guy who, 10 years ago (when I worked at the game room), threatened my life (because one of the games wouldn’t accept his quarter – people need to calm the fuck down). It was nice knowing (and presuming that he knew) that I could destroy him without much effort now.
Wow, really fucking late (and grizzled) on this one. At least the pictures were TAKEN on Friday. 
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