Annah's was maybe better. Or, not better, but classier: Pomegranate Liquor. A pretty bottle with a hat on it that we could sip away and the final drop = closure.
But mine? The Art of Shaving: A Symposium by Kinzie Cornell
I got in the shower today. I did the usual stuff: shampoo, condition, wash my face, use my excellent ginko based body wash. As I went about my shower routine, I found myself sitting on the floor with shaving cream on my legs. I was shaving.
This isn't that phenomenal to the average Joe (Josephine?) but ... I haven't shaved since June. June, when I had my first real experience with a girl. After that day in June, I hadn't shaved my legs. And let me tell you, I had an impressive leg of hair. (Head of hair doesn't quite cut it.)
Anyways, my friend has been staying with me this weekend and this morning I woke up before he did. So then I went and took a shower and shaved my legs before I even realized it. And, I don't know. It was closure.
The end of an era.
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Wait. So like...was it all long and kind of curly, like man leg hair? Did it itch when you wore socks? Did you wear skirts ever? The longest I've ever gone without shaving is probably a week and a halfish to two weeks, so these are all mysteries to me.
...I want pomegranate liqueur.
Actually, my leg hair was rather unfortunate in terms of ... hardcoreness/visibility. It was quite light and people always claimed they couldn't see it. But if you were looking at the right angle and there was light on it, IT WAS THERE AND REAL LONG!
I wore skirts all the time. I think swim team made me stop caring about leg hair. It always was a contest to see whose was the darkest. And I always lost.
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