meep! I'm sitting here, waiting to get my legs waxed. fun times.

dear god h fucking christ.

why do i do this to myself?? why????

first, the woman speaks very little english and at first thought i was there for a lip wax. at this point i'm wondering if she's not qualified for legs and should get someone else.

halfway through, i'm shaking and my palms are sweaty.

by the end, i'm sticky and almost crying.

i pay and leave, and cry from the spa all the way home. that was at 145. i've spent the last half hour trying to scrub the wax off and rubbing ridiculous amounts of lidocaine into my legs in an attempt to stop the pain. now they're just really COLD and i think i'm still sticky.

i'm never going there again.

and the funny thing is, in a month or two, i'll go do it again, just not there. I WILL FIND A GOOD SPA.

why is it so hard? why can't professionals just do a good job and NOT FUCK UP?

god damnit.

this has ruined a perfectly beautiful day, and they didn't even get all the hair, there are large patches everywhere, so i still can't wear my goddamned shorts. FUCK.

UGH.
shae  ¶ 12:56