Jul 27, 2007 15:48
I have not shaved in like.....a week and a half. It's making me start wanting to die.
"But Cat, why don't you just go hop in the shower and remove all that rough, unsightly hair?" you ask.
Because the shaving curse has followed me to Guatemala. Just like last fall, when every single time Julian and I had plans and I shaved my legs, he cancelled or something bad happened, here in Guate, every time I shave, something horrible happens.
I'm not talking like....50% of the time. This is like....all the times but one. And I can;t even remember that one time; I'm just assuming it exists.
Ew ugh ew why? Why can;t it be like....every time I wear my Tinkerbell socks something bad happens? (Oh hell, now I've jinxed my Tinkerbell socks.) Why does it have to be something so essential to my comfort (And let's face it, the comfort of various others...)
My life is so beyond ridiculous it defies explanation.
Hahahaha and this song totally describes how I feel ALL THE TIME these days: