The Mirrori Diaries: 07.09.08
Something very very disturbing happened today. I really don’t know whether I should write about it. But hey, it’s a diary. Well, there was this woman, see. And she, erm, well, wasn’t too pretty. So when unpretty people look in the mirror, they get even more unpretty because they scowl. And this lady here, the unpretty one, scowled right through her haircut. I think she expected us to transform her unprettiness into prettiness. It didn’t work. So she took that big wooden brush and hurled it straight into my face. Yes, I’m a victim of domestic abuse. Help!
(On a mirror at Peaches, the salon)
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