Since my sister is always accusing me of bragging about my life on here, let me indulge myself. Today, you see, I will be having a “one-hour facial, mini-manicure, and back massage” at the beauty parlor around the corner where I get my eyebrows done. They sent me some card for my birthday offering me the special at half off, and I’m nothing if not thrifty. (Actually I’m not, but I never let that get in the way of a good impulse buy.) I’m wondering, though, what the hell they do to my face for an hour. I’m not sure I touch my face myself for an hour a day. I’ll let you know how it goes.
Important Note
This site features content going all the way back to 2000. The posts you’ll read reflect my views and writing style at the time. While I have gone back to clean up a few of them, I think it’s important not to sanitise too much. This site is a record of who I am and how I’ve grown. Any blog post written years ago may not reflect who I am today, nor how I would write about the same topic today.