I’ve been afflicted by allergies and the rhinovirus for the past week.

Sadlyf.

Sober Sundaze. 

Puglyf.

Creeping through my own Photo Booth and found this. 

Can I have this exact amount of scruff always or…

My barber: Are you going to shave, or do you want me to do it?
Me: Can we not talk about this while you’re fondling my wet hair?

Also, I have two beauty marks besmirched across the left side of my face (if you click the picture you’ll see them). Never quite decided on how I feel about them. A third’s in this frame but it’s partially veiled by my shirt. 

I was running on four hours of sleep yesterday. Met with a marketing guy and an old teacher of mine at my house and threw ideas back and forth for a few hours. As they disembarked, I left for the upper east side with one of my best friends. Picked up a book for my little brother at Shakespeare & Co. while I was there. Then we headed to Union Square for lunch and met with his cousin. After which, I went back uptown to surprise this lovely little lady. <3.

‘Twas a great day. This is from then. 

Oh, and as of Friday, I get free haircuts whenever I want, in exchange for being the shop’s poster boy. Selling out? Shrug.