Have you ever had one of those moments where you hate the phone so much it almost puts you in a bad mood for the rest of the day? All because you're scared to call the poshy salon down the street to make an appointment for a bikini wax, because it's been six weeks and you know it's gonna hurt, or because you have to work later that night and you know that's gonna hurt, or because you're just a little too phone shy to explain all that to a receptionist, and you think that asking for an appointment "right now" would be rude, but then again walking in would probably be ruder?
Just me then?
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Dude, fuck bikini waxes.
I'd love to, but I refuse to shave ever again. So tell me, C-List, where's my viable option?
It's all bullshit. A trim is fine. (Then I'd argue that it's ridiculous to try to control that shit unless your male counterpart is taking similar pains...)
I finally get my computer to stop bitching at me about cookies and let me through to the blog, and this is the post I get? How are we not in a sitcom!?
Oh, you're aware of the Tria, right?
http://www.tria.co.uk/
Though of course, there are concerns.
http://www.hairtell.com/forum/ubbthreads.php/topics/52835/1.html
Maybe we ARE in a sitcom...
Fuck the tria - that's like $1400 I could be spending to feed myself.
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