Chest hair that has this look and texture is by far my favorite.

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Long; plenty of coverage; not to coarse. The kind you could run your hands through for hours.

Sadly, what I was genetically “blessed with” looks nothing like it. It also seems that my navel is ginormous compared to his.

[Yes, I know my pants are a little low because they're a little too big. I haven't replaced my wardrobe entirely yet. Yea for weight loss!]

I guess I could always tattoo more hair on my chest. Hmmm….

Kidding.

Why is it we as humans always seem to want the things other people have and not be happy with what we ourselves have?

Stoopid humans.

Today begins (or ends, rather) my 37th trip around Sol.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee………………..

Hopefully there won’t be as much puking this next trip around. At least not by me.

(Did anyone get this post’s title reference?)

My nineteenth entry in this “30 Day Challenge” is a talent of mine.

I always find talent to be relative to those I’m around at that moment.

Things I can do that others might say is talented if it’s not something they do:

• Build a computer;
• Install multiple computer operating systems;
• “Play” in the Windows Registry like no bodies business;
• Draw/Paint/Artsy Stuff;
• Tattoo;
• Building things/general construction.

I can also do that thing with my tongue :

My eleventh entry in this “30 Day Challenge” is a photo of me taken recently.

Taken today, actually. During the “Big Pour” of concrete for the new Master Bathroom. It’s all I can do to type this blog post.

For some reason, this photo reminded me of Malcolm McDowell. I’m not really sure why. Sadly, not from his younger years either.

My tenth entry in this “30 Day Challenge” is a photo of me taken over 10 years ago.

February 11, 1998:

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I was a wee bit pudgier, no?