Do you love yourself? I mean really love yourself? Do you get up in the morning, do a twirl like that chick out of The Sound of Music, give yourself a hug, look lovingly in the mirror at the pimple rising on your cheek and see cartoon hearts ballooning all around?No? Good. We're in this together.
Four months ago after a love/hate relationship, I finally broke up with Wax (waxing my pussy, that is). I have to admit, I'd already met someone else, his name was SHR. He wooed me away from Wax like only the best can. He was charming and smooth and promised to be kind. He promised, in fact, to change my life. But was he for real or a lying bastard?