I got burnt today. I was getting a wax and it was too hot. I told the beauty therapist, I got burnt anyway. And to top it off, she was being extra thorough so she went over and over again the spot. As I was getting my skin burnt and ripped off, I was wondering, why do I even bother? My face okay, people have to look at it. But the other hair removal, who’s going to notice? What is the bloody point? Maybe I’ll do it with lesser frequency. It will save me some money.
Oh and if my life isn’t lonely enough, I had lunch with a vacuum today. Me and my vacuum. I didn’t do it on purpose, if you were wondering. I just happened to plonk it there before ordering my lunch. My mental health has not deteriorated to that point. Yet. It’s getting there.