So today I nicked myself shaving, probably because I haven’t shaved in a year. Okay, I’m kidding because that image is grossing me out.
I’m not much of a fan of au naturel (for those of you who are, more power to you). I like to think that if you’re wearing a skirt or shorts, your legs should look cleanshaven. As a result of an innate need to conform to society, I’ve decided to shave before I head off to LA, land of the pretty boys and short shorts.
Shaving, to me, is a pain in the ass. Same goes for make-up, curling irons, and anything unnecessary, but oh so necessary. Aka things that make a girl look pretty.
Am I the only girl out there who thinks that life as a guy is WAY easier? But that’s another post.
:edit:// I also fucking have razor burn. Then I told a Boy about this.
Boy: I have yet to nick myself on the legs
Boy: Isn’t that what shaving cream’s for?
And now I feel the burden of having let down my gender.
I am hairy. Therefore, you should come backkkkk so that I can de-hairify myself.
Friday. Trapped in New York City with no razor. Hot and humid. Packed only skirts and dresses.
Monday. Still trapped with no razor. Afraid to board subway in the fears of stabbing someone with my fierce and fearsome stubble.
Tuesday. Grateful for the tights weather we have here.