i had my eyebrows threaded the other day. first time in forever. i love threading. and i love the indian women who do the threading. and i love love love having sexy eyebrow arches. not to mention that i love paying $10, taxes in, to have my brows and upper lip threaded. and it's not busy so walk-ins are no problem. vs. 20-something bucks and weeks of waiting at the sugaring place. i'm done with that shit.
i haven't heard from the job i applied for last week. i've run the gamut from eager anticipation, to anxiousness, to near desperation. i've become far too emotionally invested in a "i'll just put my name out there" position. i HATE "only qualified candidates will be contacted" bullshit. i hate not knowing. i sent a follow-up email today. i don't want to be pushy, nor seem desperate, but i took friday off so if there's a day/time to have an interview, that would be it.
you guys have no idea how much i love that boardwalk empire has brought real breasts back to hbo. fuck entourage and its fake l.a. boobs. |