Body hair and stuff

My platonic friend Paul, well sorta friend I guess, has become facinated with the state of my body hair. When I'm fuzzy, makes fun. When I'm smooth, he still makes fun. But he makes fun in a nice, non-malicous sort of way. I hope that in my own little way, I'm helping the world by convincing at least one boy that girls are not naturally hairless. Boys are funny that way. It would be so nice if they got over that. I will admit, I still shave if I'm wearing a miniskirt or if I'm going on a serious date where skin might be touched. Speaking of being touched -- or not -- I need a new vibrator. The battery caseing-thing on mine has been lost, and I'm afraid of shocking my self. That would be one interesting hoo-ha. I am thinking of getting one at radio shack, one that won't outright freak out my mother if knew about that. What I really want is one of the ones from korea, where sex toys are illegal, that is shaped like a beaver. Or maybe a squirrel. Yes, a squirrel! Now that I have completely confused and befuddled all of you, Time to stop writing.