Impureminds

Whenever my boyfriend asked me about people I usually call everyone my friend. Calling someone an acquaintance required some thought and often I would have to correct myself. Tonight, or more technically last night, on my birthday I came to realize what the distinction between relationships such as friends and buddies really are.

A friend is someone you can connect with – over serious topics or discussions or to the most random words uttered together – and trust. What became apparent to me tonight was that buddies, although entertaining and fun to talk to, is never someone I turn to when I need someone I can rely on.

Its about that time of year again. The time where that lovely date rolls around to remind me of my ever increasing age. I recall last year my boyfriend and cousin were telling me about how awesome being twenty-one was compared to all other ages, even as they were leaving theirs behind.

I noticed since I shaved a couple of days ago that my hairy pits have grown back. Cue the AHH EWWW AAHHH’s. The reason this is of such interest to me this time is because I am contemplating waxing. WAX-ING. As in the horribleness of tweezing times fifty because thats how much more hair is coming out at once. At least.