I had an accident last night

The beard is gone again, leaving my face soft and innocent to the hazards of the world.

I've been asked about three zillion times today about why I shaved, and here's the simple answer: I fucked up shaving last night and had no choice but to start over.

You see, my intention over the last month has been to rock the goatee. It seems that just about every dude in the world (and, scarily, some of the women) are sporting beards these days, so I wanted to change it up and go with the chin landscaping.

But I got lazy and didn't shave, so it turned into a beard again. Last night I finally found the ambition to shave off the cheek music and form the goatee. Except I lost focus in the middle of the task and took a swipe out of my goat.

At that point, I didn't have much of a choice - start over or look like a special olympian.

I chose to go baby-faced for the three days it's going to take to get some stubble back again.