the good bad

The good news is that so very soon we will no longer have to endure this guy's smugness, inconceivable love of the sound of his own voice and bizarre affection for Cold Play (really, really??).

The bad news is that I'm just not so sure about, um, yesterday's waxing. Kind of like getting used to a new haircut? Like when I was 11 years old and I just couldn't get my hair to feather like the hairstylist did the day before. And I really didn't want to go to school in the morning.