How Low Can You Go?

I finally cleaned an elusive spybot off my damn work computer. It only took two of us hunting and researching for two hours. Other than that, my main achievement for this evening was trimming my bikini line. I have this new epilator-device-thing made by Remington that my mother got for me. It's a little uncomfortable, but the results are fantastic and it's better than shaving.

Me: "So does it hurt?"

Mom: (casually) "Yeah, it hurts. But that's what those things do and it's not torturous."

Me: "Oh. Ok, well I'm game."

It rocks. I've never been one to sport a completely shaved "delta" (as Anais Nin would call it). I was happy to leave that look behind somewhere around 10 or 11. And the 2 inch runway is kind of tacky. But a tasteful triangle that doesn't sneak past my undies is all I'm looking for. And preferably without itching and burning for days. Just so I can skirt the edge of being a porn star. I'd endure the discomfort of this thing tenfold over the torture of shaving. I got a little carried away in the desire to "even things out" - sort of like trimming a goatee until it becomes a moustache. But overall, I'm very pleased.

I just wrote a whole entry about pubic hair. It's time for me to go to bed.

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So, I'm pretty much over FuckHead at this point. I don't have to deal with him much at all and Bossman does most of that interaction now. And due to this lack of interaction between FuckHead and myself, I'm pretty much able to ignore the fact that he enters my world or office environment. In other news, Rich has left for Los Angeles for two weeks. I'll meet him at the airport in Vegas Friday of next week and we will have three and a half days of throwing money in the street and frolicking in the desert. I'm looking forward to it but just have to make it through the next 12 days or so with just me, the dogs and the black goddess. I'm sad, but optimistic as always.

We should close on my house next week sometime. It was supposed to be this past Friday, but things got delayed. So closing costs and down payments are burning a hole in my pocket. Basically, I need to buy this house before Vegas or else I won't be able to once I get back. I hope I have more will power than that, but sometimes I wonder.

Diaryland has been pokier than normal these days. I'm not sure why I still use it other than a lot of my friends are still over there. Maybe I'm just more impatient than before (hard to believe). I've been slowly but surely moving over to LiveJournal, but old habits die hard.

DLand - Love and the Bandaids to Prove It

I got this from Kim: http://www.felbers.net/mt/archives/001610.html

I just keep thinking about Jon Stewart on the Daily Show saying that this whole gay marriage thing must be mandatory or else no one would care, right? I think homosexuality is great. I think gay marriages are great. That's about all I have to say about it right now. The Puddin' was at my house last night when I got home from my grueling day at work. I had left for the airport at 4am, trained in Atlanta all day, wore the wrong shoes and got two blisters, had my cell phone battery die in the airport, got delayed by several thunderstorms and dragged my ass into the house at 11pm that same night. But he was there and listened to my moans about my day, petted my hair, popped my blisters and tended my wounds. If you can find someone who will treat you that well, more power to you