Happy & Healthy
SLACKING OF THE WOMAN
Sometimes, very rarely, I prefer to crawl through the day without doing anything to myself. I am, after all, an ultra-lucky freelancer who sometimes writes from home. I assure you that you wouldn't want to see me at those moments. Really. My sweatpants are about twenty years old, and there are holes in them. It's outrageous, but that thing is so comfortable. So comfortable that I don't dare to replace it. Separation anxiety to the max, because just imagine if you never find something like that again? That would be a small world tragedy.
Clothing-wise, I make a mess of it, but hey, it should be fine (you can't see it anyway). Only I also have that in the area of personal care, and that doesn't just come on any random day. That you think: kid, do something nice for yourself. A little haircut through your locks instead of the forever-and-ever bun on your head and a coat on your nails (those beds could also use some oil) for example. Oh yes, my eyebrows are also particularly shy for a turn just like other, to be determined, wax regions. The latter is intensely difficult to plan, because I also never want to show up on location with red bumps above my eyes. It has to be in the evening again, but guys, then I get home really late.
“Hardheaded, exactly that, yes.”
And that's where it all goes completely wrong, because you run the risk of living as a slacker in no time. It happens to you out of nowhere, like a kind of sniper of deterioration. By the way, I also find it completely legitimate to do NOTHING to my feet during the winter period. With the result a pedicure visit of a day (and that the pedicurist then has to tap into her serious lumberjack skills) when my lower limbs need to be in bare footwear again. That guy, he has it so easy. No shaving, waxing, plucking on that body. At most once a week that three-day beard is trimmed with the clippers and done is Keessie.
By the way, I also have to be careful, because if you let things slide, you drop in the general ranking. Yes, because people appreciate looking well-groomed much more than innate attractiveness. So if you are a bit lucky and then do nothing with it, then it’s worth nothing. Just so you know. Now I'm going to make appointments like an idiot at brow bars, the manicure salon, and a hairstylist for triple-plus treatments. To let all that beauty slack again, and then we just do the routine again. Hardheaded, exactly that, yes.
