Overthunk

You say this fat is laziness, I say it's dedication to pleasure. Perseverance of sensuality, Disregard of the magazine-cover worldview, Elevation of the self against the onslaught of conformity, Punk rebellion in adiposity. This fat isn't mere sloth. It's passion. The road of excess, mapped out for all to see. The palace of voluptuousness leads to me. ----------------------- "You say you want a..." - Len/McC

I get them done all over town. I don't just have one person I rely on. I traverse the entire city every work day, so when I need my eyebrows waxed, I just stop whereever I'm closest. So today I go to my local place and the lady who works there, after shoving the remainder of some cabbage-based delicacy (I know because I could smell it on her hands) (and the weird thing is, I ate a cabbage-based delicacy for dinner later on) into her mouth, came out from the back. "Just eyebrows," I cheerfully informed her. She looked me over, made some conversation, asked me if I was off today, and doing errands, and then I found out why her eyes were narrowed a bit as she spoke to me. "It's been a long time," she said. "Yes, it has," I said. Was I cheating on my local eyebrow waxing lady? Because I think she thought I was. If nothing else, it explains why her cleanup tweezing is so damn painful. ---------------------- "Sorry, Ms. Jackson." -- Outkas...