~SunRay~ isn't your typical girly type chick. Lately I've been feeling very UN. Unattractive, unloved and undesired. I needed a pick me up.
Instead of giving my femininity a kung fu kick like I usually do, I succumbed tonite. I shoved the kids into bed early and took a long, long, long hot shower. I broke out the good razor and shaved my, um, parts. I got out the foot razor and scraped all the dead skin off my feet. I even taught myself how to buff my nails the right way. I cut those talons down real nice too. I forgot what my feet looked like for a minute. Now they all soft and smooth and stuff. I hopped out of the shower and plucked the extraneous hairs from my face. (Fuggin Depo Provera)
Next I traipse my nekkid behind into the living room and plop down on the couch to moisterize with my favorite Vicki Secret scent, Passionate Kisses. I got the Miseducation of Lauryn Hill cd playin softly. I even did something I haven't done since I was pregnant with my son 5 years ago: I polished my own toes!!! OMG. I felt like I was in high school again. When I got "grown" I'd always go to Wong Fongs House of Hair and Nails to get my feet did. Them mofos might not ever see me again.
On Friday Imma take another long lunch break and have my eyebrows waxed. I'm so lazy about keeping that up, mainly because IT HURTS LIKE NOTHING I'VE EVER EXPERIENCED. I've had natural labor twice and I'd take that any day over having Kim Chee pluck very fine hairs from my brow.
On Saturday I'm off to the African Hair Gallery to get reweaved. It's time for some Senegalese. I love twists. Unfortunately Saturday is the first of the month and every ghetto queen is gonna be up in there trynna get her wig fixed. I do not have the patience to put up with Shequanda Alize Jenkins and her loud talkin, 12 baby fava havin ass. UGH. I hate, hate, hate leaving my house on the first of the month and sometimes manage to wait till like the 12th or the 15th before I come out to do anything significant. The bus/subway be crowded, the Popeyes has a line outside the door, laundrymat is crowded, Foot Locker ran the fuck outta shoes and gotta shut down; the corner sto' outta 40's. Ya'll know how that shit be.
I'm even thinking bout gettin me a cute lil outfit from THIS SITE. I have no idea where Imma wear it but I guess I should be prepared incase I should have a date or something (picture that)
The rejuvination will be complete.
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