Again this is me, looking shit, but now in California Oregon… We’d stopped to walk through a park in a little Oregon town called Ashland, and A and I made kids of ourselves by stomped along the bottom of the stream that runs through the grounds. Of course I could take of my top and look a fool, all pasty and white, whilst she could only grin at my silly nature and feel hot in the summer sun, layers of cotton tanktops keeping her toasty warm.
I think waxing for hair-removal should be used as a torture technique because she’s been doing it to me for the last two days whenever we have a quiet hour or something, and it has to be the most painful thing ever. I really would do anything to have her stop doing it. My legs hurt now. They used to be really hairy, now they just itch!
The look good though!
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