You shampoo your arms, too?

Hello. My name is Naomi, and I have arm hair. Oh sure, it's blonde, and as soft as the underbelly of a goose, but it's still hair—and if I made that argument for my leg hair, you'd think I was nuts. Or German. I heard I was a little German, just not when it comes to my leg hair. Mostly it's the stubble I can't handle. It itches and hurts and sometimes I jolt awake in the middle of the night way too concerned that I've turned into Sandpaper-Woman or a dragon like in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. I mean, I really thought God and I had already been through the "let me peel off your skin, " thing. But maybe I was wrong. Ok. So, I'm considering shaving my arm hair. I know. That's weird. And I shouldn't be blogging about it. It's just that I could save money on shampoo if I only had to wash my head hair.

Just sayin'.

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Smoking Rant

This will probably piss some of you off. I don't care. I like smoking photographs, I find them sexy. And I like the smell of most tobacco products. Pipe tobacco is one of my favorite smells. That's right, I'm not on the "i hate people who smoke" bandwagon.
Imagine if you applied that attitude towards gay people or the like. You can't hate them for what—or who—they do and be PC so why hate people who smoke, if it's the activity you disagree with.
"I hate smoking, it is so gross!" Really. hmm. Have you tried it? Do you really think it's that gross if so many people do it? Sometimes it's nice to puff on something. (And no that wasn't a Puff the Magic Dragon reference. For those of you who know what I'm telling you I'm not insinuating).
And this whole public ban on smoking thing is one step closer to fascism* (thanks for the correction Chief Hunts in Robe). Let the people smoke if they want to! And don't give me that "but, Naomi, second hand smoke..." I don't care. No. Stop. Right now. That hasn't been proven.

The End.