No Shave November: Day 12

It's been 12 days since I've shaved. I feel I'm growing weak. So tired. So thirsty. Can't. Think. In. Head. Where are my razors?

I'm not even half way through and I'm already thinking about abandoning ship. What little facial hair I HAVE actually grown is really quite pathetic. I've got the stupid Mexi-stache going on, some chin hairs that looks just sad, and a pair of adorably lame side burns. Why am I not able to grow a beard that would make Chewbacca proud? That's all I want. Can Santa just bring me THAT for Christmas? Please?

*SIGH* I can't give up. I just can't. What would Santa say? What would Chewbacca say?! NO. I must keep going. I must keep growing. Even if it does make me uncomfortable. I just wanna know how ridiculous I look after this is all over. I might even keep the hair in the end. (No way am I keeping the hair in the end.)

On a side note, I was called cute today while I was in the check out line at Wal-Mart. A group of girls were behind me and they were whispering to each other. Not whispering softly enough because I could hear them. Well, I assumed they were talking about me. They said, "He kinda looks like Taylor Lautner." "Yeah. He's cute." Of course, they could have been talking about Taylor when they mentioned the cute part...

And as promised, the picture of my pathetic facial hair growth. You have to look closely.