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I've been thinking.

At the risk of sounding vain and hypercritical, the only thing about me with which I was unhappy in my rejected photoset is the Treasure Trail That Launched One Thousand Ships:

In retrospect, I have decided that this is rather unattractive.

Now, I know that it's not something I can change--after all, it's just a line of darker pigmentation that marks the route from my belly button to my favorite body part, my clitoris. And on the off-chance that I have the opportunity to do another photoset (damn these unreliable photographers) AND it gets accepted by SG, I'm sure if I expressly request it Ms. Twwly can airbrush the fucker out of memory.

Due to a major bout of laziness this week, however (and a certain someone should not claim credit for pressuring me into this, and you know who you fucking are), there's now some hair in that general region. And y'know, I haven't had any hair around there in 8 years or so. So I'm assuming that, in a few weeks, my crotch will look like this dramatic reenactment:

See? Isn't that lovely?

I'm going to continue shaving in certain areas for, um, hygenic reasons (don't "ew" me, some of you have pictures from Voltaire's bloody tampon set in your favorites). So, if I'm bitchy for the next few weeks, please blame it on my itchy crotch. Thanks.

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I just walked in on my roommate making out with a friend of ours! I don't think she saw me, though. I'm so jealous...I want someone to make out with...*grumbles* I'm happy for her, too, though, cos someone in this apartment needs to be getting some!