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last night we waxed legs in class, and i was amazed by how fun it was. 10 girls in tank tops and shorts smearing goo all over each others legs and then ripping it off, laughing and shrieking at the pain. and then drooling over how smooth our legs were. i know it sounds sort of sordid, like a slumber party gone bad type of thing, but it didn't feel that way at all. it was innocent fun...i sometimes forget how great it can be to be with a bunch of straight women because there is no sexual tension going on in the room. it was like being with sisters. a really large group of high-maintenance and wickedly smart sisters.
tonight we wax pits and bikini lines. that, i'm afraid, is not going to be so fun. but both areas are much in need of some maintenance, so the end result will be worth the discomfort and awkwardness.
and then i get to see the boy. i haven't seen him since tuesday, per our decision to see each other less, and i am aching for him. which proves to me that our decision was the right one. because when i finally get to see that face again tonight, i will be overcome...
tonight we wax pits and bikini lines. that, i'm afraid, is not going to be so fun. but both areas are much in need of some maintenance, so the end result will be worth the discomfort and awkwardness.
and then i get to see the boy. i haven't seen him since tuesday, per our decision to see each other less, and i am aching for him. which proves to me that our decision was the right one. because when i finally get to see that face again tonight, i will be overcome...