trashy dinner walk
It is so windy here in Toronto. The Torontonians (as I’m told they’re called) place their trash out on the curb in bags and boxes. As we were all walking to dinner, Ixel got a big kick out of the fact that all the trash in the whole world decided to whirlwind blow all around and stick itself to my legs. She giggled maniacly like she’d never seen anything better in her whole life.
We all got threaded today - a typical Indian hair removal meathod. I must say, my eyebrows have never looked so good. I have to admit, though, that being threaded is the strangest physical sensation I’ve experienced in a long time. I couldn’t stop twitching throughout the entire process and I didn’t even get yelled at! It felt like an army of nazi bees settled in straight lines on my forehead, ready to complete a pro-Hitler march on Berlin and that when the thread was spun across my brow, the marching began. Left, right, left, right, left, right, ARBEIT MACHT FREI!!