OVER IN A JIFFY

I really think boyfriends are just like a brazilian wax.

They start off so tidy and clean. Makes you feel so special that occassionally you want to show them off to your friends (just me then?).

But after a while they start to look a little untamed, not matter what you try. You get uber annoyed with the fact they're making you feel uncomfortable all the time, and in the end you just can't stand the sight of them any longer!

So, we make the decision to sort it out, get rid and go through a hell of a lot of pain just to get the next one.

*sigh*

HAIRY

I hate hair. Whether it's on your head, under your arms, between your legs.... the shit is uncontrollable.

Have you ever actually combed your downstairs rug? I have a couple of times but then I have trouble putting on knickers because once they're on I look like a man! I'm sure I become attractive to other women that same day. And walking seems different once you've combed your muff. It feels like you've kind of forgotten how to do it.

Anyway my reason for blogging about this unattractive and taboo subject, I need a brazilian! It's been nearly 3 months and I swear, if I didn't already know where everything was, I'd get lost because it's a bloody jungle down there.

So I have a bit of a dilemma.

Now that I'm 'free and single' do I pay out £25 every 4 weeks to keep it looking sharp even though no one's going to see it, or do I leave it au natural and end up taking a Black and Decker strimmer to it?

Hmmmmm, decisions, decisions.