...Not the kind of wheel you fall asleep at...

Apparently at some point between 2007 and 2008, I made it my New Year's Resolution to suddenly acquire a penchant for men with beards. Not the feeble, I-just-hit-puberty, wee groomed beard, but the full-blown, lumberjack-esque beard, the kind that looks like it boldly snuck up on someone and took over their entire face--the kind that a bird could errantly nest in and that makes you want to forage for berries and rub your bare ass against the bark of a tree. *That* kind of beard.

Oh, what you boys and your facial hair can do to a girl.



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