Suzanna

The Mirrori Diaries: 24.10.08

Today I woke up with the maid rubbing that sickly piece of yellow flannel all over my pretty face. Yellow flannel scrub-squish of cleaner fluid-scrub-squish-scrub-squish. And then, thankfully, she moves on to a cup of coffee. Which she then proceeds to luke-warm in her palms while she stares at me and adjusts her hair. A tuck here, a tuck there, after which she leaves. That’s it? I mean she gets paid to do this?

(On a mirror at Peaches, the salon)