Scrubs and exfoliators. You need to remove the dead skin blocking the hair follicles.

My sister had a basal cell carcinoma on her nose that required it being cut out and a skin graft. She healed well, and you can’t tell, but she never goes out in the sun now. Ever. She may be whiter then than me, even, and I’m the redhead.

Today’s Bitch Calendar entry fits too well:

That video was better than most episodes of the Muppets.

I used to live in Wacoals when I worked for Nordstrom. Took good care of them and they lasted for years.

I was burning out at another firm I had joined when my old one closed without notice. Loved the attorneys (not a lawyer myself) and most of the staff, but the firm was run by an asshole, and his attitude permeated everything. I took an offer for a temp position that would go permanent. Left my job. And then the offer…

There’s was a briefly lived series, that I loved, of course, called The Ex-List. One of the characters gets a full wax and her boyfriend freaks out and has issues about the prepubescent look. They ended up calling it Gandhi.

I’m anti-ripping out the hair, but I do trim pretty tightly. I have shaved and the grow back period was the most uncomfortable thing.

A few months ago, I posted here about health issues I was having. I finally saw a rheumatologist, and, yes, I do have a disorder. I have the test results, and they point toward something fairly rare, but the symptoms all fit what I’ve been going through.

Unreal is a fantastic show. It’s really easy to fall into doing something you’re really good at, even if it is destructive for other people.

Do it. You deserve a vanity.

I have some Simply Raspberry Lemonade. A little vodka in that sounds like a winner to me.

What brand is it?

BEAUTY THREAD!

Patriarchy

California. I was in the county, not a city, and the local sheriff’s department are the laziest bunch of clods. I’ve known CHPs and cops, and they all rip on the sheriff’s department here.

I love Andy Richter. Loved his series, which should have been hits. And he fucking slayed when he was on Celebrity Jeopardy.

Possibly the *real* Skeet Ulrich. His career got real quiet right around that time.

I just had a ton of blood drawn for labs, and the bruise on my hand didn’t really show for two days, and then it looked like I’d gotten my hand slammed in a door.

I got a criminal protective order when they finally arrested my husband, after several calls from me. Always some fucking excuse to not arrest him. Once he was charged, and they charged him with a felony, I got a criminal protective order and he went into the database.