There comes a point when the pain of rejection finally just wears out whatever deep feeling you have been clinging to that allowed you to endure, and hope. Not quite there, but it’s within sight. So close I can taste it, really.
mood: high, fresh leaf picked and dried tonight. Pensive (brooding?)
attire: chocolate brown cotton hi-cut bottoms, matching chocolate brown lace camisole with built-in platform bra.
Ooh, I shaved my legs (they had about 4 days growth – last shaved them in the bathtub on my biztrip) with the electric razor this evening, and I must say, no mess, no fuss, and a pretty good feeling shave. Not quite as close as a razor, but might be a good alternative to keep me trimmed up in between razor shaves. Mmm, smoooooth legs again – no stubble!