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so this is a little embarrassing.

whenever i go to get my eyebrows waxed, usually at some cheapo nail salon i see on the way home, and think to myself, bri, goooooooo get your uni brow taken care of. same story, different day.
and she always looks at me after wards with no emotion (while i am tearing up from the stinging) and says, "moustache?"

"bitch, excuse me, i do not have a moustache." (i think to myself, while i take a closer look in the mirror to see if i actually do.) "no, thank you." i gently reply.

so today I'm standing in the shower shaving my legs and some sort of asian wax lady demon came over my body and forced my arm to reach up with the razor and shave the hair off of my upper lip. immediately after, i regretted this. because now my face feels like a peach. no, peach makes it sound cute. my face feels like sandpaper from your weird uncle's garage.

happy friday from me and the wax lady demon!



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