I grew pubs when I was 10. It had been an awfully long time since I had seen an adult necked, I forgot that people were supposed to have hair on their genitals, so I assumed I was a freak and shaved them off. Years after when I was a teen my MawMaw told me she had done the same thing. By that point I was pretty damn comfortable with my down low hairies and just did an edge snipping when bikini season came around.
I few years later I was living with my lover. He asked me one day if I would do some maintenance on my pubic hair and I was quite offended but then I decided what the hell and shaved them all off. He was surprised. It was fun. The pain however was the growing in process, very itchy. My lover after this decided to shave off all of his pubic hair and he was in itching agony a day later. He apologized to me and said he would never ask me to do maintenance again.
So a couple years after that I made a drawing with glue and pubic hair, it spelled out pubic. Before that I had video taped myself shaving my pubic hair and contemplated making it into a video titled Removing Bush. Then I met a girl who said she wished she had never initially shaved her pubs because they were so much softer before she had. Seeing as how I removed mine as soon as they started I had no frame of reference for that. I have noticed lately that the hair on my lovers belly is much softer that the hair it runs into right above his penis.
One last thing, when I was in jail this year they made me hang out with the other prisoners while they took a shower. I was pretty freaked out because I had never been in a group shower and there I was being handed lice shampoo. I watched the ladies get naked and noticed that they had all managed to do some pubic maintenance. I was embarrassed because I just got in there that day and I was a hairy cave woman. In the end those fat bitchy cops said I didn’t have to shower (I was only serving 15 hours) so I got out of showing my primitive pubies. I’ve noticed with porn that women are usually hairless and chest hair is becoming a rarity among men (in media). I guess it’s a sign of the times but what the hell does it mean?

My new year’s eve sucked because I had a stomach virus that enabled me to pee out my asshole all day long also it helped me to vomit up at least a liter of ginger ale. The good news is I have a driver license one year and 2 thousand dollars after I got a DUI.
I’m missing my own space at this point. I’ve been sleeping on my parents couch since December 10th minus the nights I spent in Andy’s dirty apartment.
The other night at about 4 in the morn I stumbled across a terrible soft core porn titled illicit lovers despite the bad script and even worse acting I managed to get a bit turned on and took the vibrating element from a vibrating pillow and I was in the middle of stimulating myself under the covers when my sister stumbled into the room. Now I was so worried about the vibrating noise that I forgot about the porn and my sister stood there a while before it dawned on me that I was watching some overly gorgeous man fuck some fake breasted blond. That was kind of awkward.
Besides that I’ve been dreaming of the dead lately. First my Granny, then Matthew, then tonight, Rex. It’s a bit strange. In the dreams I always realize that these people are dead or at least should be because they are. My Granny had a bunch of strokes then quit eating. I dreamed that she had glasses and dyed her hair black. I gave her a hug. Rex was shot in the head by his neighbors enraged ex-husband because he was hiding her in the closet. That was two weeks before high school graduation. I grew up with that guy. In the dream I walked by him and fought the urge to give him a hug and tell him he looked good then a while later(in the dream) I remembered that he was dead. The dream with Matthew was a little weirder. It was like he wasn’t dead but had just moved and was mad at me. He was murdered about 6 months after we broke up. This was the guy who popped my cherry and all that we lived together for a while. Well actually I popped my own cherry with magic markers when I was about 12 after reading about how much sex for the first time hurt women. I decided that I would rather do it myself but it still kind of hurt the first time I had sex despite years of masturbation so what’s with that? It’s mental thing I guess.

Hurray for Christmas

Hurray for cleavage

So I slept until 4 again. uh... time keeps on slipping. Hmmm. I think that ??I well. shit This old life is getting me down way down. It is the most boring town. I wish you were around. God Damn it I miss old buffalo.