my visit to gitmo
On my mother's urging, I've started getting monthly facials at a spa in Georgetown. There are numerous downsides to this habit--dropping $100+ once a month, having to walk through ritzy Georgetown at 9 a.m. when I look and feel like I need to be in bed are among them--but the worst of all is my post-facial appearance.
Facials are great for the skin--after the first 24 hours. But walk down the street and see if you can spot all the women who've been for a facial today. You'll know them by the hideous bruising and bright red spots dotting their faces. And sitting in the chair receiving the bruising is no picnic either, as you can imagine. I think Rummy should institute a policy of giving all the detainees at Guantanamo a monthly facial. I guarantee, after three blackhead extractions, they'll talk.
I must not have been thinking clearly when I made an appointment to check out an apartment right after my spa visit today. I don't remember the woman giving me too many strange looks when she pointed out all the features of the apartment, but she must have been thinking something along the lines of, Should I point this girl to the nearest women's shelter? I know I would have.
Off to recover from my face pounding with Chris at the pool.
Maybe I can tan the bruises away.
Facials are great for the skin--after the first 24 hours. But walk down the street and see if you can spot all the women who've been for a facial today. You'll know them by the hideous bruising and bright red spots dotting their faces. And sitting in the chair receiving the bruising is no picnic either, as you can imagine. I think Rummy should institute a policy of giving all the detainees at Guantanamo a monthly facial. I guarantee, after three blackhead extractions, they'll talk.
I must not have been thinking clearly when I made an appointment to check out an apartment right after my spa visit today. I don't remember the woman giving me too many strange looks when she pointed out all the features of the apartment, but she must have been thinking something along the lines of, Should I point this girl to the nearest women's shelter? I know I would have.
Off to recover from my face pounding with Chris at the pool.
Maybe I can tan the bruises away.