A lifelong ambition
Okay blog world, we’re getting a little deep right now, this shit is personal. This blog is about a life-long battle I’ve fought, and after constant struggle I think I’m finally ready to throw in the towel and admit defeat. Behind this obviously beautiful, insanely talented and absolutely hilarious persona you all see me as, is a young boy with a dream. This dream is to grow a moustache. A moustache so powerful and intimidating, that the slightest glance at it will have people quaking in my masculine dominance. As I grew up, all my heroes had one; Santa Claus, Einstein ….Hitler. The years slowly passed and I kept telling myself “it’ll come, it’ll come” and now, as my 19th birthday is soon approaching IT STILL HAS’T FUCKING COME!! And quite frankly I don’t think it’s fair, my twin brother can go from clean cut to Osama Bin laden over night, and it takes me weeks to get the slightest hint of a 5 o’clock shadow. I’m not even joking when I say my mum has a better moustache than me. How am I meant to go down with all the greats without a memorable moustache? To be honest I’m not even holding out for a moustache anymore, just a bit of stubble would suit me nicely, something subtle to assert my masculinity with.
Ps: Just joking about my mother up there! She doesn’t really have a moustache ….she has an adequate amount of facial hair for a women of her age (don’t kill me momma haha).
