Hot Stuff.

I burnt myself bad enough to blister with hot glue earlier this week. On my birthday, actually. I was less than pleased.

Today, in preparation for the Taboo Revue on Friday, I was waxing up the nether regions. I told my sister, naturally, because there's nothing quite like that awkward moment when your sibling comes into the bathroom for her toothbrush and finds you with your legs akimbo and a strip of muslin.

"Don't burn yourself again," she cautioned me.

"If that happens I'm fuckin... busting into your room, all 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHH! HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLP!' waving my hands at you with pubic hair stuck to all my blisters."

"Hot."