Day 22: Frustration

This is totally bad for the beard. I am consumed with frustration. I just want to...I just want to...I just want to run through the halls of my high school and scream at the top of my lungs! Maybe, beer will mellow me out. The bartender is taking forever to get me a beer. "Hello, do you not see the beard." I'll blame it on the lighting. Everybody but me. Maybe I should get some tattoo's and talk about how much I'm not a hipster so the manic panic bitch will recognize. Ouch! All this hostility is gonna cost me a couple of days of beard growth. Hmmmm...walking the dog mellows me out. She plays fetch until she succumbs to the distraction of another dogs piss. Awww...she is so cute. Crack another beer, have a microwave dinner, and get killed by twelve year olds online. One of them makes fun of my name. Unfortunately, his buddy calls him by his real name...Robert. I taunt him using his real name. Beard is not overriding negativity...it needs to be bigger.