she's like the wind

on the last post i wrote about my wonderful beautician and dear friend, some unidentified generous and modest soul pointed out the meaning of 'penultimate', a word i had used in the title of said post.

this was his/her comment:

Anonymous said...

pe·nul·ti·mate (p-nlt-mt) adj.

1. Next to last.

just thought you should know

i never properly thanked this anonymous lord of the lexicon for his/her valuable contribution to both my blog and my understanding of the english language. not once have i expressed my gratitude to him/her for taking the time out of his/her presumably busy schedule to look up the meaning of a word - of which i obviously had no clue and had used in a vain attempt to make myself appear smarter than i actually am - and then go even further out of his/her way to provide said meaning in the comments section of my blog.

so, anonymous, whoever or whatever you are, thank you. this post - this FINAL post about my beautician - is dedicated to you. for without you, who knows, i could have been writing post after post of reasons i love this hungarian vixen without ever once realising how i had solemnly vowed in my use of the word 'penultimate' to only post one more. and what a fucking tragedy that would have been.

it just so happens however, that despite my completely ignorant usage of the big word, i was having some sort of psychic episode at the time i wrote the post in question. because you see on saturday i received a call from my self-appointed second mummy, and she tearily informed me that she was leaving for hungary next week and may not be coming back. ever.

maybe krankiboy is right. maybe i do have psychic nipples. they do tend to tingle when its about to rain. and when squeezed. in fact, they're tingling right now. you can guess for which reason.

anyway, as many of you will know, the goddess of wax has been the subject of many a post on this here blog over the past year. i have talked often about my obsession with this hot hungarian honey. i have marveled over her ability to transport me back to brazil with a few painless rips. i have relayed her hilarious anecdotes about her most impressive sex life. and i have gushed over how she is a truly magical soul with a heart of pure gold.

and now she is leaving. going back to the mother country to look after her an ailing loved one. of course we will keep in touch. but its never the same is it?

no longer will my hairy bits be so perfectly preened. no longer will i cry on her shoulder. no longer will we smoke cigarettes together out the back of the shop. no longer will i receive text messages from her late at night, boasting of her most recent sexual conquest.

as i said in the first post i ever wrote about this most selfless of souls, sometimes special people present themselves in the most surprising of situations. even when they're ripping all the hair from your follicles.

goodbye beautiful woman. i will miss you. as will my eyebrows.

x

p.s. anonymous, if there are any words written above of which you feel i should be told the correct meaning, please don't hesitate to post them in the comments section with their full dictionary explanations.