I'm not particularly fond of the word 'coitus' either... makes you sound like such a massive cunt.
Having to justify my farts.
I don't even feel like partaking in any of that anymore... the justifying I mean, not the farting.
Spring... and more specifically, the very first week of May is my favorite week of the entire year for the following reasons:
- Where I live (Montreal), winter is never really over until the month of April is over. We can still have a few sunny days in April where the snow has almost completely melted, but the threat of an abrupt snowfall the very next day is still a harsh possibility. A sunny weather in April has been proven time and again to be an unreliable occurrence, whereas the sunny weather of May is definitely there to stay. We even have a saying about it here in Quebec: "En avril, ne te découvre pas d'un fil" (ie. "In April, don't you dare remove a single layer of clothes").
- The beginning of May is just so full of bright/jolly promises: we essentially have 4 entire months of splendid summery weather ahead. Sure, a spirited day at the beginning of August can be quite a lot of fun too, but it also kinda sucks to realize that the summer will almost already be over in nearly a month.
- Everybody is just so fucking happy and radiant at the beginning of May here in Montreal, mostly for the two reasons stated above. The Canadian winter can be such a harsh/bitter phenomenon, so the transition between winter/summer is definitely a strong (and highly welcome) contrast. Montreal virtually has a festival going on every goddamn week during the summer months, mostly because everybody here is just so appreciative of the warm weather.
- Similarly to the point above, girls in Montreal are always eager to remove a few layers of clothes at the beginning of May... and many of them actually tend to overdo it during the first few days of spring. If you ever wished to walk down a street with a permanent boner, I thoroughly invite you to visit downtown Montreal in early May; the girls are practically blooming with sex appeal.
- Last but not least, my birthday occurs during the first week of May. And granted the reasons above, everybody is always so cheerful on my birthday... hooray for me!
I personally wax myself once every 5 weeks or so, but the period where no hair is showing at all rarely exceeds 2 weeks.
Here's the full approximate breakdown...
- Weeks 1 & 2: Perfectly smooth skin, no hair showing at all, no maintenance necessary whatsoever
- Weeks 3 & 4: A few odd hairs start appearing, quick/superficial shaving necessary (takes me less than 10 seconds under the shower)
- Week 5: The hair is pretty much all growing back together, and I let it grow for a full week to reach the ideal length before waxing again (at least 1/4 inch)
The thing is, some hairs may take a bit more time to resurface than others. For that reason, if you get waxed as soon as a few isolated hairs start appearing (week 3 or 4), you won't be removing all those overdue hairs that still need to resurface. And consequently, you'll start to see hair appearing again within a few days and you'll never really achieve baby-smooth skin. The most efficient way to wax is to make sure that absolutely every single hair has grown back and has reached the appropriate length of around 1/4 to 1/2 inch.
Your own mileage may vary slightly depending on your hair-temperament and the expertise of whoever will be waxing you. As an example, my girlfriend's hair tends to be quite a bit more synchronized when it starts growing back; she's been getting waxed professionally for nearly 10 years however, so I imagine that her hair simply got more compliant/regular with time. The usual recommended waxing interval is still around 4 weeks though, and you still need to make sure that all of the hair has grown back to an appropriate length before getting waxed again.
Hope this helped.
Am I the only one who sees Magical_felix as the creator of this thread, when he clearly wasn't?
Seems like an odd glitch...
Sadly, plenty of people won't ever elevate their intellect beyond that sort of bumper-sticker mentality.
The Lucky Loco Imaginary Orchestra.
Pretty much any overly sugary processed food.
My girlfriend and I bought Pop-Tarts the other day, just for nostalgia's sake... I nearly vomited and my teeth ached for the next 15 minutes.
