Friday, April 27, 2007

If only I lived in Europe.

Because I feel that the best way to deal with my inadequacies is to air them on the internet, I give you this post. It's my gift to you. You're welcome.

I've hit an all new low. I cut myself shaving. I know, you're saying, so? But, I didn't cut myself on the ankle or the knee or the back of my thigh. I stopped shaving above my knee a long time ago, it takes away too much time in the shower. I'd rather be standing under the steaming hot water staring at the harvest gold shower liner.

If your thoughts have ventured to the knicks and scrapes I must have inflicted to my armpits, your wrong again. What's left? The ever sensitive bikini area? Ah, but if I don't shave above my knees, well, then that would just be ridiculous and please, I haven't worn a bikini since I was in highschool and I think I've mentioned before that I wear a swimsuit that could second as an outfit to wear shopping or at least play tennis.

I cut myself shaving. The cut is on my ear. The older I get, the hairy I become. You can start calling me Ape-ril.

6 comments:

Ame said...

Oh, too funny. That is something that would happen to me.

mamabeck said...

April, dear...
I live in Europe. You DON'T want to live here where there is more hair visible than you want to see. BLECH.

LOLOL
beck

Crunchy Chicken said...

Oh, dear! That is unfortunate. In every way.

hope4grace said...

Oh sweetie, I feel for you. I've seriously considered shaving the hairy mass that has attached itself to my big toe. I swear it wasn't there last week and now, well it's trying to cede from the union and get it's own country code.

I feel your pain.

Robbyn said...

I'm laughing!!!

Because I relate.

And I will not confess exactly HOW I relate...

haha!

Rechelle said...

I believe I have called you Ape Face for years. I guess I was right all along. As usual. We won't mention what you call me or rather the gesture that calls attention to the minor tooth problem I suffer from...