Written at 10:30 PM on 9/3/11:
Day three without internet in the home. I can check most of my sites at work but with the restriction of no NSFW material and most videos. Essentially, it blows. Blows so bad that I have spent the past few days reading my through my manga bank. So bad that I was reduced to helping Brie with her move out if only to ensure she...moved out. So bad that during said move out challenged myself to eat 48 egg shaped piece of gum. I succeeded to much adulation and a frightening looking black tongue.
In the morning I went for my second dose of laser hair removal, this time done by a somewhat spicy Latina lady who just had me disrobe right there on the spot to assess my skin tone. I had been put on the laser for the dark skin tones last time despite me rating myself as a mid-tone gal, but this lady didn't agree with that choice and had me move to the one for the lighter completions. She didn't admire my shaving job, an admittedly shoddy one done late at night after work yesterday, so she shaved me again herself.
She was friendly, all was light and humorous and I felt like my more burning reaction the laser on this second go around was a bit more comforting than the first time. It may seem odd, but I want to feel like something is happening and I didn't the first time until some of the hair started falling out. When I got home and stripped down I noticed it. The blood stain on the underwear I had chosen. I normally don't wear underwear anymore so I didn't think about it very hard this morning - no red or black so I went with the first blue that I saw and didn't even think to look them over. But apparently the laser made me bleed a little too, so I got over the embarrassment after awhile.
Day three without internet in the home. I can check most of my sites at work but with the restriction of no NSFW material and most videos. Essentially, it blows. Blows so bad that I have spent the past few days reading my through my manga bank. So bad that I was reduced to helping Brie with her move out if only to ensure she...moved out. So bad that during said move out challenged myself to eat 48 egg shaped piece of gum. I succeeded to much adulation and a frightening looking black tongue.
In the morning I went for my second dose of laser hair removal, this time done by a somewhat spicy Latina lady who just had me disrobe right there on the spot to assess my skin tone. I had been put on the laser for the dark skin tones last time despite me rating myself as a mid-tone gal, but this lady didn't agree with that choice and had me move to the one for the lighter completions. She didn't admire my shaving job, an admittedly shoddy one done late at night after work yesterday, so she shaved me again herself.
She was friendly, all was light and humorous and I felt like my more burning reaction the laser on this second go around was a bit more comforting than the first time. It may seem odd, but I want to feel like something is happening and I didn't the first time until some of the hair started falling out. When I got home and stripped down I noticed it. The blood stain on the underwear I had chosen. I normally don't wear underwear anymore so I didn't think about it very hard this morning - no red or black so I went with the first blue that I saw and didn't even think to look them over. But apparently the laser made me bleed a little too, so I got over the embarrassment after awhile.
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