14 January 2002 - 5:55 p.m.

Okay, this has got to stop.

Proffie McHotHot is considerably less, well, McHotHot.

He's trying to grow a beard, for one of two reasons:

1. He, like my dad, goes ice fishing on the weekends.

2. He wants to be more like my boyfriend, who has a beard.

Sadly, the beard works for my boyfriend, but my prof, not so much.

I need to think of a subtle way to let him know that facial hair is not going to win my love. But I couldn't confront him with that on day one. I'm not that cruel.

What I'm wearing:

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What I'm doing after this: