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Firstly, this is important. As you may know, we in ROIAL have been working on radio shows (I was in one of the writer's groups). Our show is to be aired on the Impact tomorrow at 7 PM. If you're not from around here, and are just that bored, you can listen online here. My group's collaborative effort is the second one, "A Life Not Lived." I highly suggest you partake of this... "entertainment." For your own benefit.
Enough with the whoring.
I've totally trashed my legs over the years. I do not take to the razor as often as I "should," being a wearer of pants, nevertheless my love of smooth legs often induces me to take out the dreaded instrument, along with a can of Skintimate (Glistening Pear scent), and off I go. Granted, tonight I added no scars to my collection. For that I am most thankful, thank you. Still, I take a look and oh deary dear. If you took a look, you would think I did this for a hobby. I ought to turn to waxing. No, I ought to cut off my legs. No, I'm fond of my legs. They're not long, they're peasant-like, but that's okay. They're kind of cute and, more importantly, have gotten me wherever I needed to go, scarred or not.
Went to GRM 250 and spaced out. Then to Political Philosophy and spaced out. Then to dinner with Cherilyn, along with viewings of selected television shows. Not a bad night. My room is a glorious wreck and I spilled Purex all over the bottom of my closet. I still haven't cleaned it up. Some sheets and towels are hiding it. Most (un)/fortunately, my boots smell mountain fresh and my socks were stained.
My nails are all weird shapes. Ha ha.
Enough with the whoring.
I've totally trashed my legs over the years. I do not take to the razor as often as I "should," being a wearer of pants, nevertheless my love of smooth legs often induces me to take out the dreaded instrument, along with a can of Skintimate (Glistening Pear scent), and off I go. Granted, tonight I added no scars to my collection. For that I am most thankful, thank you. Still, I take a look and oh deary dear. If you took a look, you would think I did this for a hobby. I ought to turn to waxing. No, I ought to cut off my legs. No, I'm fond of my legs. They're not long, they're peasant-like, but that's okay. They're kind of cute and, more importantly, have gotten me wherever I needed to go, scarred or not.
Went to GRM 250 and spaced out. Then to Political Philosophy and spaced out. Then to dinner with Cherilyn, along with viewings of selected television shows. Not a bad night. My room is a glorious wreck and I spilled Purex all over the bottom of my closet. I still haven't cleaned it up. Some sheets and towels are hiding it. Most (un)/fortunately, my boots smell mountain fresh and my socks were stained.
My nails are all weird shapes. Ha ha.