Probably shouldn’t have shaved my legs

So I read horoscopes religiously, I believe in karma, and I think that every action I take be it good, bad or neutral somehow affects my life in one way or another. For example, if something amazing happens to me on a specific day, I try to remember everything that I did that day, and then I pinpoint the one thing that was out of the ordinary to which I then attribute the previously mentioned luck.

I know, it’s crazy. Unfortunately this is how my mind works.

With that in mind, I am blaming shaving the entirety* of my legs for yesterday’s fiasco of a day. Damn you silky smooth legs. Damn you!

*Not just the part that shows.

Which obviously leads us to: Secret confession #2 after the jump…

In highschool sometimes I would just shave the area between where my knee high socks ended and my kilt began. Time is a precious commodity friends, it’s little secrets like this gem that will get you a cut above the rest.