I'm going Vulcan, thanks
I've had a few saved drafts here about my first earthquake (out of nowhere!) and the G8/G20 in town (oh, the traffic), but all of these pale in comparison to this:
Ten minutes before work, I'm touching up my eyebrows with my little trimmer, because if left to their own devices my eyebrows would take over my forehead, and I slip and take out a huge chunk of my left eyebrow.
"Huh," says I, 'cause what can you do, really?
(I dug to the bottom of my make-up box and found an eyeliner that... somewhat does the trick. From arms-length away I've got the world fooled, but any closer and people start squinting.)
I just, I keep catching myself in the mirror and laughing. And, now it's so bloody hot out, I keep sweating away my eyebrow, hahah.
Ten minutes before work, I'm touching up my eyebrows with my little trimmer, because if left to their own devices my eyebrows would take over my forehead, and I slip and take out a huge chunk of my left eyebrow.
"Huh," says I, 'cause what can you do, really?
(I dug to the bottom of my make-up box and found an eyeliner that... somewhat does the trick. From arms-length away I've got the world fooled, but any closer and people start squinting.)
I just, I keep catching myself in the mirror and laughing. And, now it's so bloody hot out, I keep sweating away my eyebrow, hahah.