"I just don't think I'm going to be able to make that happen."

Irma: "Hey, are you changing before we go out tonight?"
Sus: "Yeah, I have my new Nintendo shirt and jeans in my car."
Irma: "Nintendo shirt?! I was thinking something...a little sexier."
Sus: "Ha! Did you not notice that I'm wearing a USB extender cable as a necklace? This is how I roll."
Irma: "Oh my."
Sus: "Perhaps this shines some light on my lack of dating life."

Hahahaha!
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A girl I know is an esthetician and she needed a few more practice hours before she could get her license, so I offered to let her wax my legs last night. BIG MISCHTAKE! ("Hey, you guys are recruiting super heroes!") Other than getting my eyebrows done a few weeks ago, I am not really experienced in waxing. I find other ways to spend my time than yank multiple hairs from my body simultaneously.

It hurt. It all hurt.
Then she got to the back of my knee (kneepit?) and ripped off all the skin there as well; which should be put into consideration a means for capital punishment.

I found that I react to excruciating pain the same way I react to EVERYTHING ELSE: laughter.

This chick has a thick European accent (not sure exactly where she's from), which made it even funnier every time she said, "zyou will be OK, zyou are a big girl, zyou can handle it."
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I am now pretty good friends with MyBoyfriendMike (whom everyone around here is suddenly calling Michael...and I don't know any Mike's who actually go by Michael, so it is throwing me off)'s little sister. I gave her my cell number yesterday and suggested she call me so we could go out to dinner sometime this weekend.
Michael (if you can't beat 'em, join 'em?) is back to his almost mullety hair length. Bring back the short hair and mini beard, I say! Come on, I hear the Gil Grissom look is in...well, to those who hang out in downtown Vegas in Nintendo shirts.