Yesterday I went to get my eyebrows waxed (I love the way it feels!!) and when the woman was finished, she asked if she could do my lip as well. Normally I don't get this done, but whenever a waxer ASKS me, I feel her judgmental, disgusted stare boring into me like pencils gouging my eyes out (it's similar to how I expect to feel for the duration of my statistics class) and I acquiesce. The woman was so pleased with the job she'd done that she even insisted on showing me all the hair that came off.
Ew. Now my lip feels numb and slimy.
(Am I allowed to use song lyrics in my blog titles? This one's totally Ricky Martin. I give credit where credit is due)
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P.S. In 20 minutes it will be 5 mos and 150 days. Sick, psycho, sick.
ReplyDeleteSorry in advance. I'm betting that Ricky Martin enjoys getting his lips done. I'm gonna let you interpret that how you will. Also, I hope that before years end your lips will feel numb and slimy again. I'm gonna let you interpret that how you will also.
ReplyDeleteI used the singular form of lip, dammit!
ReplyDeleteI afforded you the right to interpret! I took the liberty to do the same.
ReplyDeleteBut I never afforded you that right!
ReplyDeleteJess, that's why I came to this country.
ReplyDeleteManni you should know by now that white people have the right to interpret!
ReplyDeleteJess is SUCH a racist!
Can we get back to Ricky Martin, please? Because I totally knew those lyrics as soon as I read them. That song is awesome. I miss Ricky. No one else makes songs like "She Bangs" and "Shake Your Bon-Bon" anymore.
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