One, Bangs. Two, job.
After 6422898721 years, I am once again sporting bangs. Thankfully, I do not look like some bao, but on bad days my face just disappears in the jungle of hair and dandruff. Bah. It doesn't matter. I'm part narcissist; I'll love my self no matter what.
And starting Monday, I'll have to work. It's not a fun and exciting job--I'll
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