William Flew to a story

May 24, 2011 § Leave a comment

“The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures; he leads me beside still waters.
He restores my soul. He leads me in right paths for his name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil;
for you are with me; your rod and your staff – they comfort me.

But I have a bad day, and my Aveda shampoo called as an old friend. Succumb.Did I feel liberated by not washing your hair? If I’m honest, I did enjoy the extra chunkiness and I in particular – now – to wash every three days instead of two. But if I spend the same amount of time grooming, fold and iron my oily locks, which may well enjoy a professional wash and blow dry every other day – and then I’m also very similar to those in charming women that opened lift.Since its doors in August 2009, the Ministry of Waxing in South Molton Street in central London has become a fashion destination for women who need a hair removal procedure or three. The small room, with its labyrinth of underground caves of the candle wax with a hint of sterilization and a legion of distribution optimistic white space level qualified personnel, as systematically invoked as boutiques and destination is brunch places around it.Irina Shayk in Los Angeles in February. The foreground shows her unshaven legs gave names to pictures in Vogue.


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