Tuesday, July 22, 2008

I feel pretty and witty and gay

There's a Trumpian quality to my hair today. I'm tempted to blame a certain blogger, but it's really been a confluence of events that have left me with this cotton candy-esque situation on my head. I'm normally in for the close-cropped cut every 3 weeks, but Mr. Alan, my hair dude, was busy so I waited four. Then, the aforementioned blogger suggested a BEAUTY DAY, and I was powerless to refuse (although, srsly, I don't think he/she can get any prettier). But another two weeks?! A man's hair should never need to be arranged. Style tip.

ADDED: In other blogger-related news, one of my oldest and dearest and youngest-looking friends suggested that I use Burt's Bees Lip Balm on my nipples when I complained of some post-run chafing. I can't thank him enough. No more chafing (I actually had a scab on Miguel!), and as an added bonus, there's a hint of mint. Let me tell you, it's surprisingly invigorating every time they catch a breeze. Thanks, Young MC!

And I'll leave you with a gratuitous nipple shot of some lad infinitely more blessed of torso than I.

8 comments:

freakgirl said...

Note to self: Never lend Michael your chapstick.

Michael said...

I won't argue, but you should, by all means, try it yourself. Refreshing!

Moominmama said...

In order: I dig the comb-over, you named you nipple 'Miguel'???, Mr. Blessed of Chest is scrummy.

Michael said...

CB, just the left one. The right one is Che Guevara.

FG, I don't doubt that. I'd balk at just the quantity of lip balm that would be necessary for yours.

jason said...

three things I've learned here today:

1.double shot on ice
2.burt's bees on the nips (and I don't even plan to run)
3.Latin American history.

Michael said...

We can have fun AND learn, Jason.

Although the lovely Michael Guy was a recent half-marathon runner, I think now he mostly lubes his nipples because it's Saturday morning.

Beau RN said...

I don't have chaffing yet but I'm trying the Burt's Bees Wax anyway just cause I'm all about invigorating my nips...even though they don't have names.

And you can't even tell me that you'd for one minute go for a comb-over or that Mr. Alan would let you.

I'm glad your Latin boys are healing. Can I tweak them when we meet?

Michael said...

When it comes to my bits, you have carte blanche, Beau-Peep.