Bikini waxing. Hurts. A lot. Made only worse when you're lying spread-eagled on a table and getting waxed by a tall, gorgeous European woman with a delicious accent. (think: Ville Valo's voice reincarnated into a woman ( Read more... )

So tonight wraps up another birthday. I got my queen sized pillow top mattress, and it is like sleeping on a cloud. I'm fucking thrilled. Dinner was fabulous. My daddy actually remembered to call me. But that ain't even the half of it ( Read more... )

Damn, this day sucks already. I've got nervous energy up the Yin Yang and no way to release it. And my jacket smells like fried potatoes. Ew. I hate January. I don't care if it's my birthday or not, this month blows. If we could skip January, February, and March, I'd be thrilled. Fuck winter. How I long for the days when I can get off work at five ( Read more... )

The time has come, the walrus said.