Liquid Bitch…

So, from my first post, I’ve wanted this blog to be an honest and transparent place for me to vomit the goings-on of my day-to-day. So far, I think I’ve done that…but now its time to embarrass myself.

I hate Nair.

I’ve said before that I’m right in the middle of my yearly narcissistic self-improvement phase. As a part of this, and in my never ending journey to find out what the correct amount of body hair is for me, I bought a bottle of Nair for Men.

Now, for all you ladies out there, you probably could have warned me, but when I went to Walgreen’s with the V, she just giggled and said, “Oh hell yeah…Go for it…” I must not have noticed her evil grin…

I read the back of the bottle. I had my warm washcloth ready to go… I had even done test area of about 2” on my abs. I covered my chest and abdomen with the Liquid Bitch and set my timer for four minutes…

I left that shit on for seven minutes in total, and wiped off about 45% of the hair on my chest. It looks very circus-freakish. Like, my carnie name is Queericus, The Amazing Sparse Haired Butt Pirate, or something freaky like that.

At least it was only my chest. Liquid bitch…