DAY ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY SEVEN POST TWO

weird, last post went up without a title OH MY GOD THE BLOG MAY END ITS PLAGUE AND WHATNOT (or just me being lazy)

LASER LASER EPILATION starting tomorrow! it's going to rock and take care of the laziest of laziness that is me. next monday i'll be able to blog about it. spell check wants me to change epilation to jubilation, which it kinda is. rock! AND imma get my hair did up maybe and MAYBE even a hair cut. i am torn between a radical hair cut kinda like that except my hair's way more poofy

[interjection - i glanced over at officemate bc i was considering asking her about which hairstyle to do, but the fallout after not telling her why i was glancing at her was so much better bc she thinks i am talking about her. which i am, now, and she just came out with this shining beauty in regards to the discussion of what the ultimate tramp stamp could be: tramp stamp, pierced nipples, etc.]

"i mean isn't the ultimate tramp stamp showing a man your vagina? and so it doesn't matter what else he sees, except maybe a pierced labia."

OR just a trim and keep on growin out my hair. maybe i can donate it to locks of love again, except this time not just lose it somewhere like i did last time (and i still sincerely apologize to whatever unfortunate soul finds that ponytail).