Cambiar (To Change)
It’s all gone. I’ll leave your imaginations to do the work.
I cut off my golden locks of hair last night.
No pictures for now though…I’ll let it sink in for a bit…plus my batteries are dead in the camera…
It’s all gone. I’ll leave your imaginations to do the work.
I cut off my golden locks of hair last night.
No pictures for now though…I’ll let it sink in for a bit…plus my batteries are dead in the camera…
September 14th, 2006 at 11:34 am
One cannot begin to comprehend the freedom you experience when you take a razor to your head. I call it “Male Premeditaded Baldness.”
The Stache and Goat are coming back though. I’m also growing my mohawk again…for those of you whom remember the brief stint for which I had it.
Speaking of which…this year is turning out great. Luke and I have already consumed 6-10 Bottles of wine and at least ten cigars. One bottle of French wine was even shared with a mutual friend Julian.
Que c’est bon!
September 17th, 2006 at 8:33 am
Ya man, I did notice your hair, or lack of it, last night. But then thank you for telling me that I hadn’t commented on your new do. It looks good and lass maintenance that way, eh? I have thought about doing that to my hair for a long time now because it just keeps falling out and will until I’m 80. Your the man.
Oh yeah, before I forget, people in B.C. say croutons differently and put the emphasis on the “ou” in the word. It’s kind of funny, but the “ou” sounds like it would in the word “out” or “about” instead of making an “ooo” sound like it would if you or I were to say it. Funny stuff, man.
I have to go to Sunday school now, but I’ll call ya later,
Nate