Tuesday, 13 March 2007

Why Oh Why?

Every so often I feel an irresistible urge to meddle with my appearance in some painful or disastrous way. Whether it’s tweezing my legs, armpits or bikini line, or taking up a pair of scissors and shearing hanks of hair from my head, my better judgement always chooses that moment to turn away and twiddle her thumbs while whistling a carefree tune.

I’ve done it again.

A friend of mine says the only difference between a bad haircut and a good one is two weeks. Let’s hope it’s more like one and a half.


jan said...

A tweezed bikini line? This would be torture unimaginable outside of Dante's circles.

Lonie Polony said...

Believe it or not, I'm not a weirdo masochist, and it's actually been quite some time since I've bothered doing anything to my bikini line. That's married-with-two-kids apathy for you.