Can you just NOT? Why do you have to grow so fast?
I give up.
No more shaving the pits. F to the U, pits.
In other news, I moved my bedroom from the first floor up to a room on the second floor. I love it because now I can see cars go by the house through the windows while I'm sitting in bed. It's the little things, really. Another added bonus is that it's warm. The bedroom downstairs was converted from a "davenport" as my Nana used to call it, into a bedroom. Needless to say the contractors that knocked windows and walls out did a piss poor job of insulating it and the boyfriend and I froze. I had pipes added in to get heat in there but for some reason they fail to work. I think it's because that room is so far away from the thermostat it doesn't realize how cold it gets. Whatever.
I'll miss my french doors though. The doors that open to a high porch that my dad built for me. I always wanted a bedroom with french doors leading out to a private porch.
Oh well. I'll turn that room into my piano/tarot card reading room.
I guess I've decided to just make this blog my vomit ground.
F U armpit hair.
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