You know that’s how many days I have left to D-Day where somehow or other I need to have lost a substantial amount of weight so I can look somewhat STUNNING instead of hippopotamus disguised in a Vietnamese traditional gown.

And it’s HARD to lose weight. Taking shortcuts don’t actually work because trust me I’ve tried (unsuccessfully). I think I lasted 2 hours doing some lemon detox diet some years ago. I hated the taste and making myself starve for consecutive days wasn’t really going to pan out all that successfully anyway.

I also tried the lite and easy thing to. It’s not practical if you live at home and your freezer space is sparse. Come on, I have asian parents that go on their weekly market trips and buy months worth of meat (you know just in case the world ends or something).

Oh, and let’s not forget the “excluding” certain food group diets, usually most people cut out carbs or sugar. But seriously they are the two BEST food groups ever. And to do something along those lines means you need willpower. which unfortunately for me, i have none. Probably why I’m still 30kgs overweight.

Unless you don’t plan on having a life or ever going out and socializing ever then diets will work.  I mean you can’t really bring a microwave lasagne to a work function and say “sorry, i cant eat your chicken because it over exceeds my calorie intake”. and when you dine out at restaurants with other people, unless you already like eating rabbit food then there is nothing worse when you’re munching on some lettuce whilst your friend is enjoying a juicy piece of steak with some creamy mash potato.

I love my food and I don’t see why I should be penalizing myself for it (hence the thunder thighs) but I figured, perhaps maybe I could continue eating whatever it is that i want to eat (unhealthy in moderation hahaha.. you know like have a big mac once every couple of months) but minimize my portions? Like that Government ad where they say “don’t stop it, just swap it”… for something smaller, or healthier option.

Of course I just can’t start eating smaller portions immediately because then i’d be hungry all the time -according to some website i read via google means my body would be storing all this fat because it thinks my body is being deprieved again… so i figured to trick my stomach into thinking that I have had plenty. I’m going to introduce the “water diet” which really isn’t a diet per se.. It’s just a matter of drinking water before every meal, during the meal and after the meal.

It’s a win/win situation because clearly i dont drink enough water anyway and i need to eat a lot less. 

and water is good for you… i read somewhere (via facebook photo from a gym junkie who posted it up) that water helps get rid of toxins and dilutes fat or something like that.

Yeah man!!!

 

maybe it will work.. maybe it won’t..

who knows..

 

i wonder how much material is needed to make a dress for a hippoptomaus.. we’ll find out

 

 

 

Seriously, I think I just had a minor heart attack when I saw a package price from $1500 to $5000 for a music band to play at our wedding (and obviously it all depends on what we want etc).

Now I’m not even too sure if I want a LIVE band or a DJ. I have ruled out the karaoke machine even though the other half insists that we do. I can already imagine him crooning some rubbish song to my very drunken father (vice versa)

I have also ruled out having a Vietnamese band at my wedding because they suck… really bad. Like they make your ears bleed afterwards and you wanna go check in for some therapy. 

Plus no one dances to vietnamese music anyway.. the dance floor only gets packed when there are western music playing.

And I refuse to have stupid songs played like the macrena and that song that has you dancing like a duck… and if they have to play “the hokey pokey” song.. you know the night’s pretty bad.

Plus my relatives are too busy getting drunk, and the ones that don’t drink (usually the mothers/wives) are too busy bitching about how bad the wedding is and how they’re all going to Maccas afterwards because they’re still SO hungry.

And my partner’s family and friends wouldn’t even understand a word of Vietnamese, so no point in paying hundreds of dollars for something no one is going to enjoy.

Oh man, i remember one year when i went to a wedding where the wedding singer was screeching every song and then she danced.. oh did she dance.. imagine a dog humping your leg. It was a bizzare spectacle for all of us and we laughed our heads off..

 

I have been looking at DJ’s and they’re a lot more reasonably priced (like under $1000).  That I can cope… 

i guess my backup plan is to get my parents to practice with shakers. HAHAHAH

 

I never do this for anybody but because it’s from a very good friend of mine who’s asked me to post this link up:

http://photocomp.harveynorman.com.au/images/show_photo.php?card=740223a26d5b8603bee18ecc843693a7

 

Basically, my friend has entered her dog into some competition and needs some votes.

The prize money is $10,000 and I’m just letting you all know that I’m not getting a cut out of the prize money,  And if they win. It would be great for them (and their dog)…

The likelihood of any of my readers clicking and voting is quite slim considering I can’t even get people to comment.. But hey, who knows, there is hope.

 

If you have voted, then THANK you.

 

 

In about a month’s time, my bf and I would have celebrated our 2 year anniversary together.

I’ve actually known him for a little bit more than 2 years. For those who don’t know, we met on a plane heading to Sydney, sitting literally one seat away…. and the rest they say is history.

It is a cute and very romantic story to tell people and i get a lot of girls telling me it’s “so Hollywood”… yes perhaps it is.. except at the time of meeting him, I didn’t feel very “Hollywood”, i was just trying my best not to throw up on him. HAHAHAH- you know I HATE flying.

And it’s been an interesting (almost) 2 years together. We have enjoyed many different experiences, some good and some bad. and of course as you know, in 2014 we’ve decided to get married except he hasn’t proposed yet. God knows what’s taking him so long to getting around to just asking, technically he doesnt have to ask, he just needs to cough up the money for a ring. I mean you know it, i know it that we’re getting married. Heck, the date’s already been picked out, we just need to put a deposit on our venue and we’re good to go.

He keeps telling me “to be patient” and i keep telling him “u wanna make friends with my fist? i hear your left eye wants a nice bruising”… any wonder why he hasn’t proposed yet? BAHAHHAHAHA

Being patient isn’t one of my fortes, and I’ve had to be patient plenty of times with my man. Sometimes he’s a bit slow… to grasp things, I’m not saying he’s stupid (just borderline)-kidding. I’m just saying he’s slow.

I’ll give you an example: When I first met him, I texted him a joke that I saw on one of friend’s facebook that said 

“The left boob said to the right boob- I think we need to get some support or else people will think we’re nuts” (or something like that) and you know… 2 days later when i asked him about the joke, he was like “i didnt get it” *facepalm*. I suspect that’s probably when I should have run for the hills. And trust an “accountant” to break it down to a mathematical perspective. 

 

However, for our relationship to work, my bf has had to be MEGA patient with me. In truth, like most women, I am very frustrating, crazy,and sometimes I make no sense (which in turn makes him laugh his ass off for my own stupidity).

Frustrating moment: Putting up with me during our trip to VN. Countless times I lost my shit which meant that I yelled and screamed at him even when he didn’t do anything wrong. Like the time we trekked through Sapa and I refused to walk the 11kms back to town. I stood there in the heat screaming, crying and wanting to go home (needless to say, i managed to walk back). The ever loving bf just kept encouraging me to keep going and kept that I was doing a great job and he was proud of me which frustrated me even more and at times, really tempted to punch him in the face for putting me in this predicament. Looking back now, it was the best trek I have ever done. The last one i’d ever do, but the best one. HAHAHA

Crazy moment: Like the time we were on our way back from our week in Merrimbula and I wanted him to stop at Maccas for a coke. He refused. I asked him to stop at a petrol station and he refused. I cracked the el skitzo like the psychopath that I was. His intentions were good, he wanted me to be healthy. Obviously Coca-Cola is sugar ladden and bad for my health BUT you do not get in between a woman and her LOVE for coca-cola. 

Basically, i turned into the crazy green eyed monster who was yelling and screaming in the car demanding he pull over in some unknown place so I could catch the train back home because I refused to sit in the car with an asshole who wouldn’t provide me with coke.

And yes, i told him I’d break up with him after he passed to BP petrol stations and didn’t pull over for the coke. Yes, I was cussing and rolling around in frustration in my front passenger seat.

Really, he should have kept driving to the closest mental asylum, especially at the way i was behaving. Instead he gave in and compensated the ogre with some ice-cream too.

Everytime, he drives down the same route, he remembers his crazy gf going el spastico in the car after being refused a coke and throwing the mother of all tantrums. 

Making no sense moment: I am known to speak before I think (I do this all the time) and there have been many times when I say shit that don’t make sense. Like the time I screamed on the top of my lungs for him to let go of my hand by saying “let go of YOUR hand” and then got angrier when nothing happened and kept screaming “LET GO OF YOUR HAND!?!?!? COME ON DO IT” obviously it had to be pointed out that “one cannot let go of their own hand unless it is chopped off”

and you know, i get angry really quick so I was super mad at it all.

 

 

But of course, for our relationship to work it’s not just about patience, there’s gotta be a lot of understanding and trust. We have to be understanding of one another because we’ve got plenty of commitments outside of work. 

He being with work and studies. Work makes him fly everywhere, sometimes he could be in Canberra or Sydney and these things aren’t exactly planned weeks or months ahead. He’d tell me less than a week before that it’s happening and I just have to accept it. I know I can’t be the person that comes in between his work/career. I mean at the end of the day, it’s what’s going to pay our mortgage/bills one day. 

And then there’s his studying, which is every other day that he’s not working late or interstate for work. He’s doing his masters of something or other- the guy keeps telling me but it goes in one ear and out the other (it’s finance related hence very boring)

These two things also make him turn into a crazy person. When he’s studying or working late(whether at home or in the office), he can get a bit “short” with me and get all pissy over the smallest things. I’ve learnt to ignore him, but it gets hard during stressful periods like deadlines/exams/assignments due dates because he’s even more moodier which means no fun time for me

 

And you gotta have a lot of trust in a relationship considering your partner works for one of those big accounting firms (where there are a lot of OTHER hot asian women, who mind you are half your size and a lot prettier than you) or working interstate. You just need to trust that your man isn’t going to go astray, threatening to lop off his penis is also another way to ensure nothing like that would ever happen LOL-not kidding either.

But it goes both ways too, he has to trust me when i go out with my friends, or when i’m working away from home…and understand that every few weeks i come up with quirky shit to do. You know like next month my friend and I are taking Spanish lessons which means Monday nights are out of the question or that for the last 10 months Tuesdays were always out of the question because I was doing Aqua aerobics…

 

and the biggest thing is Compromise, seriously you need a lot of it, well not more than any other relationship but we’ve had our challenges for example: him getting used to our Vietnamese traditions. Although in many ways he’s a lot more Asian I’d ever be. He holds chopsticks better than me, he eats more stinky asian foods than me (and enjoys it too). Putting up with our weird cheap asian-ness like having “quick showers” or “wearing more clothes” instead of turning on the heater.. LOL

 

Obviously for a relationship to work long term, they will always need all of these elements.. OH and RESPECT (we got plenty of that) although he hates it when i say crassy things like “asshole, and  c*nt” or call him “fatty boomba”<— I love that.

 

But besides all of that, the greatest thing for me is that 2 (almost) years on, I still feel as strongly about him as I did when i first met him. Which is a lot considering in my past relationships, by the 2 year mark I was bored and finding a way OUT. But of course, i’d have to feel strongly about him, i mean we’ve decided to get married. How freakin FRACKED up would it be if I married a man who i had no passion, no love, no respect, not willing to compromise or lacked trust in?

I’m just not that kind of girl (anymore)…

 

I guess when you meet the right one (or the best wrong person) for you, life is good.

 

not to long ago, i had a conversation with a friend’s sister who’s in her early teenage years about boys.

I told her it wasn’t really worth dating anyone at such a young age not because of her age but for the following reasons:

-teenage boys, like girls are at an awkward age.

They’re still developing. What’s cute today may turn out to be ugly tomorrow. True story: The boy i dated when i was 15, who i thought was absolutely gorgeous grew up to be NOT so gorgeous. He wasn’t as cute as I thought he was. I remember bumping into him (of all places-McDonalds) and thought “wtf was I thinking??!?!?!? was i on drugs? did my parents skip a visit to the optometrist that year??!?!?” of course, looking back at some old school photos, it wasn’t me. It was him, he just grew up ugly.

And granted it can go the other way, I remember this kid i went to school with was scrawny, awkward and had terrible acne. His ears were also too big for his face and secretly i called him “dumbo”, okay i lied, i said it to his face because i was a mean kid… and i like scarring people for the rest of their lives (yeah i dont know what the hell i was thinking), and years later, i bumped into him out of all places- subway(i know i bump into a lot of people at food places lol) and he recognized me straight away (who wouldn’t? u know im just that memorable….)

and frankly the kid grew into a MAN.. and his ears weren’t so big for his face and there was NO acne, it suited him well (in fact i had no idea who he was at the time until he had to remind me), and he was extremely handsome, buffed up and was a HOT personal trainer. Funny story attached to this to: At the time, i was working at a bedding retail chain and the store manager was gushing about how she had been flirting with this personal trainer for some time but couldn’t get round to asking his number…anyway, as we were at lunch ordering our subs, her crush/my ex schoolmate walked in. My manager was gushing and squealing like a school girl, and next thing you know the guy comes up to me and says “hi, i havent seen u in a long time” and asks how im doing etc and we exchanged numbers. My manager was like “how the hell do u know him?!!?!??!?!!?” and needless to say, she was stoked that she got his number.. LOL- and no they didn’t date. 

-teenage boys can turn into fat men.

True story… i mean look at me, (yes i know im not a guy) but i was a toothpick throughout my younger years and then i ate so much I am now a whopping 80kgs. I used to weigh 50kgs at best. I don’t know where or how i managed to store the extra 30kgs.. but i’m doing it. 

Now you don’t want to be stuck with a guy from 14 who at 28 doubled in size and look like he had a mc-human for lunch.

 

-teenage boys can grow up to be losers.

You never know what path a person is going to take career wise. When you’re young, you’re stupid, let’s face it. We, as girls, don’t think about our future and neither do the boys. All the smart ones (arent in relationships) and are going to be the ones who most likely going to get high schools, graduate through uni and get great paying jobs. Sure, we girls are capable of making our own money but imagine your bf being either a drug addict/dealer, dole bludger or worse… you fund his life.

 

It’s a long road ahead of us. Who really knows what or how people are going to turn out…obviously people all change throughout their lives (you know the whole ageing factor) but it’s during PUBERTY that most changes happen so quickly…so who knows what you’re going to get at the other end when puberty stops.

And besides, relationships also mean heart breaks/aches. Kids these days are so emotionally inept to handle the harsh realities of life. Maybe it’s got something to do with parents over coddling their kids and being so protective.

I wish when i was younger someone had told me all of this… so at least now i dont have to look back at my past relationships and go “what the frack was i thinking?????!?!!?”*vomits*

 

 

I’m extremely PISSED off… with my current employer. (final day officially isn’t until the 21st of September).

I received my pay slip and noticed that they didn’t pay me my vehicle reimbursements. Payroll were like “yeah, we paid it” and im like.. “lady u paid last month’s. not this month! its impossible for u to have paid it in last months pay considering it was submitted on the 31st of august and u pay me on the 15th”

Payroll lady was “we can do an adhoc payment provided it comes from your manager”

 

And so I rang the manager.. outraged…

and you know what he said??? 

he explained to me that he did sent it from the sydney office (whilst he was there) and for some reason that it got to Adelaide late and basically missed the cut off period.He explained that he even kept the yellow sticker that you get from the express post bag to prove to the General Manager’s PA that it was sent..

Because it missed the cut off, well you get the rest.

I said to him “thats great that you can tell me this, but payroll need an email from you so that they can do an adhoc payment”

and he refused, rebutting “everybody is in that boat, everybody else’s reimbursements was in that envelope. You can’t wait?”

What I should have said was “NO, i can’t wait because i really like to have that $300 that I am entitled to now”

but instead i said “fine, it should be okay” because i hate being put on the spot and I hate being made to feel like I’m poor. (i know i am)

What a fucken asshole, and now im kicking myself because my boss (who will be my ex boss) is the biggest knob known to man and has now made me angrier. Fucken asshole was given the documents on the 31st of August. Deadline for this shit is usually the 10th of every fucken month. The moron had 10 whole fucken days to get his shit together. Why he didn’t just sent it the moment he received it is beyond me. Most likely because he wanted to save “postage” but hell, we work for one of the largest insurance businesses out there, you THINK they can afford stamps.

Oh, then there’s the fact that all documents have to be sent to Adelaide just so the GM can go through the documents with a fine tooth comb just to make sure the staff  don’t dodgies.. because frankly payroll is NOT in Adelaide, only the GM and his untrusting sense of worth is that way… in fact, PAYROLL is in Melbourne which is in the same area that I am in, granted we’re in two different buildings.. but it’s a walk, hop skip away (literally speaking). So really, they should just go from one department in one building to the next department in the next building.

But no, all documents such as these (sick leave, annual leave, reimbursements) they all have to go to Adelaide, inspected then sent back to Melbourne.

It’s not my problem that the GM can’t even trust his own managers to make sure that the underlings are doing the right job, and frankly if you can’t trust the managers you appoint then there’s issues with:

-either yourself and you’re a control freak

-your managers are douches and they’re sneaky.

shame it’s actually both ways which is so frustrating for people who do the right thing but have to go through the rigmarole of being scrutinized because someone else’s incompetence.

Seriously the GM has way too much time on his hands if he can be bothered to go through at least 20 documents every month. I didn’t realize that a company such as that would spend so much money to employ someone in that position to do such a menial task.

And going back to my manager, he is such a douche bag.. he saw me last friday, he could at least have said something, just a tad warning that hey, i’d be receiving some funds in the next month’s pay run… which by the way, i should really write off because the chances of receiving this money- which by the way I AM ENTITLED to is zilch.

How dare that idiot say to me “can’t you wait?” It’s my actual PAY. which i am entitled to.. I did the right thing, I submitted it early. Not my problem if administration came to a standstill because of someone else’s incompetence. Really my boss should have been bending over backwards to say “look, im sorry, i’ll see if i can get them to pay you asap” because he needs to remember:

-i didn’t do the wrong thing. i submitted it EARLY (that is the key)

-and he did the wrong thing….

but no, he has to be a total prick about it. You know what’s funny? he’s always been a total prick to me, even when he’s sick. However I’ve realized, that’s all he’s got. He’s a prick and a half because you gotta be that way when you are so damn incompetent- not just with work, but managing people. 

I am so glad that I no longer have to work with such incompetent people.

 

 

I don’t know where it is… but I can hear it happening right now. Some dickwank is driving around in the local area doing some crazy stinky ass burnouts.

Now, I don’t really see the point of burnouts mainly because I understand 2 things:

-tyre degradation (basically tyres being chewed away)

- excess fuel consumption.

 

Now these two things are quite expensive as it is. I mean, I was driving today and noticed that prices of fuel was $1.36 a litre. A LITRE?!?!!?!? and apparently that’s cheap..

and frankly tyres (depending on what car) can start from $150 per tyre.

So.. why in the world anyone would do burnouts is beyond me? These idiot hoots must have lots of money to burn..

 

Obviously there’s the safety factor too, like how do these morons know that they’re not going to hit:

-the curb (and roll their car into someone’s front yard)

-hit a pole

- lose control anyway and go into someone’s front yard

-hit a parked car

-hit oncoming “unsuspecting” traffic.

Clearly these dickwanks don’t have brains because if they did, it wouldn’t be something they’d be engaging in at all.

 

and yes, trust me to think about the cost factor first. HAHAHA

 

Seriously, the only ways these morons learn.. isn’t if and when they get caught by the cops, which by the way means getting their stupid cars impounded. No, it’s when they lose control and whack their car into a pole (and let’s hope no one gets injured) and the car’s a total right off and because they were doing something so damn stupid and dangerous… insurance companies don’t pay out. 

 

Moments like that are somewhat satisfying..

 

 

You know how through the 60′s women fought for equality and in the 70′s they dabbled through drugs (okay not all but you get what i mean)..

and then in the 80′s everyone wanted to work and be a powerhouse CEO…

then in the 90′s, women got what they wanted, they had equality (sort of), and most were able to chase crazy careers… and then Sex and the city came out and it changed a generation of women…

who literally said “fuck you” to the conventional status quo of getting married, having kids, being conservative and giving up their careers. No, it was about women having their careers and having sex like rabbits. HAHAHHA

 

and now …in the 2000′s..

I think we’re going to have a generation of women.. who are kinda over the whole SATC (please dont kill me.. ) but ones that either think:

-men are vampires or wolves…

-or every women out there is going to be a submissive. No idea what I’m talking about?

Go read Twilight and/or 50 shades of grey…

basically the women of the 2000′s are dumbass airheads who need a controlling crazy prince charming to make sure they don’t die..

 

wtf is going on…

 

we’re so moving backwards.. 

It seems there a lot of women out there who don’t go to work…

why do i say this? because i cant even get a booking to do a measly facial at any spa place. The closest booking i can make is somewhere from friday…wtf?!?!?!

and there’s so many spa’s…. it’s incredible.

 

so i figured i’d do it at home myself.. 

BUT i like getting the face massage and it never feels the same when u do it to urself.

-_-”

 

oh wells… what can u do?

You know how I complain (actually about everything really) about how nothing exciting actually happens… you know to make an interesting blog…

well I got something to talk about…

 

And so, against my better judgement, I decided that I was going to go shopping (because i like spending all of money on shit i don’t need) and yes I ended up buying shit i don’t need.. hahaha…you know the usual:

-new pair of work shoes (not on sale)

-new handbag

-lots of eye shadow because Inglot was having a sale on their “old product line”, i don’t care about their new seasons or old seasons, i just like cheap make up.

- novels to read (more books to my ever expanding book collection, my partner is going to kill me).

-avocados. (hahaha i LOVE avocados… more so with condensed milk. My partner thinks its the worst concoction known to man, but basically it’s just milk + avocado and ice. Best summer dessert ever!)

-cleanser, scrubs, mask (hey i gotta take good care of my skin too you know)

 

I did try on some clothes except the first store I walked in- Osop. The sales assistant pissed me off to no end. I was wearing a suit jacket which just didn’t fit me right and she was like “you need a bigger size” which was fine and all, but all that did was make it not fit right in a bigger size. When I explained to her that I actually have suits tailored so I kinda know that what I’m actually wearing isn’t fitting correctly, she turned around and said to me “You should never get suits tailored because it’s pointless” WTF. Pointless? well fuck you.

Tailored made suits just FIT better. and anyone who wears a suit still needs it to be re-tailored anyway so that it doesn’t sit baggily (anywhere period). 

And then she rolled her eyes at me saying “if you get it tailored made suits, then you gain weight, you have to throw them out” I was getting a bit mad. Who really wants their sales assistant to be telling them that they’re fat or potentially getting fat. I mean it would have sounded better if she had said “if you lose weight then the suits start to get really big on you” Not the frackin other way around!?!?!?

Yeah, she hit a nerve, and i was out of there real quick smart. Never ever going back to that shop. Plus the products were CHEAP. Not worth it at full price, and especially not worth it at 50% marked down prices either. Not with that kind of attitude.

OMG I have never had anyone tell me that I was fat or getting fatter…Retailers are not meant to be telling us the truth… because nobody likes the truth.. Fail!

But that wasn’t the BEST experience… no sir-ee. It was when I made the mistake of walking into Rebel Hairdressers. Only because I’ve been dying for a haircut and they weren’t that busy. I guess there’s a reason why, but you know… i’m retarded and I always ignore the obvious.

The first girl that washed my hair (let’s call her blondie, because she was) was really rough when she was shampoo`ing and conditioning my hair. She kept yanking my head real hard and I almost wanted to tell her to “be gentle”.

Never know what it is with hairdressers and their chairs, but it’s hella uncomfortable when they’re washing your hair. It’s kinda like they haven’t been able to invent something comfortable. I’m guessing there probably are comfortable chairs out there but this place was lacking it, that’s for sure.

And so I sat for like 15 minutes as I was getting my hair treated (oh those damned split ends) and was watching this hairdresser go through the motion of prepping a little girls hair, the next thing I know the little girl and the mother had left the salon. The hairdresser didn’t go ahead with the haircut which puzzled me.

When I asked the hairdresser what had happened as she proceeded to cut my hair, she explained to me that the little girl had LICE. OMFG and I was sitting only metres from that girl. *YUCK*. and the hairdresser also explained that the mother obviously KNEW her kid had lice but still wanted to get her daughter a hair cut. The hairdresser refused advising that under OH&S laws they just couldn’t proceed.

That freaked me out to no end… i mean who takes their kid who’s got headlice in public? Damn, you should keep your child at home, treating them with head lice treatments to ensure that all of that stuff is gone. Not take them to a shopping centre where other kids could get contaminated?! W T F!?!? apparently it was the hairdresser’s second case that day and unfortunately something very common.

*arghz*

I thought that was bad enough, except BLONDIE(the one that kept yanking my head when washing) came over to us (whilst my hair was being cut) and wanted to know what I purchased. After telling her my shopping spree, she then proceeded to snoop into my shopping bags, and then asked me if it was okay to open up my inglot bag (which btw was sealed). I was like “sure” but in my head I was like “wtf?!?!?! are you fucking kidding me??!?” I didn’t want to be rude considering her colleague was busy snipping away.

I mean who does that?!?!?! we don’t know each other from a bar of soap, but here was this blonde bitch going through my shopping stuff. It’s like wtf? Then she started to open up the packaging to some of my products. I was sitting there seething, somehow I felt somewhat violated. What unprofessional staff!!! It’s no wonder they’re not busy.

In saying that, my haircut did turn out to be nice. But I definately wouldn’t be going back, and if i did, i’d be the first stop there and not the last. Not really liking people going through my shit.