Today, for the first time in my entire life, I waxed my eyebrows and 'stache.
|Gratuitous Mel Gibson pic....mostly because I miss the days when I didn't know he was batshit insane.|
And I completely agree with Mel.
The eyebrows weren't that bad. I think I prefer waxing them to plucking. But the mustache. Holyfuckingshitthathurt. And my upper lip is STILL numb.
And as I sat there, trying to will myself into finishing the job and not running around like an idiot who got 1/4 of the way into a waxing job and then ran away like a big baby, I asked myself, "What the fuck were you thinking???! Yes, you have a mustache, but no one can see it because it's light blonde!"
So with that single act of complete dumbass-ness....I have proven myself, once again, to be the blonde that I am. Take that Mike Berry.
|One more for the road...because he was the first in a long line of celebrity crushes....and he started the trend of them all being much much too old for me.|