we wear short shorts! if you dare wear short shorts, nair for short shorts!

so, one of the joys of going off the pill has been the bender my hormones have been going on. seriously, they're getting trashed on a nightly basis. they're like engineering students, always playing practical jokes on me.

one of the big practical jokes has been the crop of hair they seem to be putting on my upper lip. not just hair, dark hair. conspicuous hair. i mean, not so much that i look like a 70's porn star (well, and i'm not a man, i guess the moustache look being a 70's porn star thing was a guy thing) but enough. well, enough for me to notice. and for my mum to notice (mum's are good like that). not enough for john to notice or my friend nadine to notice, which means, likely my mum and i are the only ones who can see it, but that's enough for me, i now must eradicate this hair growth, i cannot let those drunken hormones win dammit!

so, i've started using nair.

i have just slathered a generous amount of nair on my upper lip. and then i though 'hmmm, i think i'd like a cigarette'.

i then noticed quite how chemically the nair smelled and decided against the cigarette, but still the idea made me giggle. what a perfect image. me with white stuff smeared over my lip, a bottle of cider in one hand and a cigarette in the other. really, it would be nothing short of pure class! in fact, i'm cosidering trying to find the camera and do a small self-portrait because it would be so perfect.

and here it is...



ah, the things i do for art... (staging a photo that just makes you look like an ass and then posting it up for strangers to see, that's art, isn't it? ;)


but just in case you're worried that's what i actually look like, i took another picture once i washed my face.