10.19.05 :: 12:46 pm

i just had my pores squeezed and prodded by a russian woman for relatively dirt-cheap, care of Spa Week here in sunny Manhattan.
My face feels tighter and softer than ever. Whether or not she did any good remains to be seen.

i hate it when you feel obliged to buy a product after the service is over. and somehow, staring at a box of fifty dollar moisturizer and saying to the receptionist "well, heh heh... you see... I work in the skincare industry, so uh... heh heh" is not as effective as one would imagine.

thankfully, i get paid today.

yesterday, stoosh-dog figured out how to open the lower kitchen cabinets.

anyone looking to adopt a 9 year old beagle mix?

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