Currently listening to: Nutshell – Alice in Chains
We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time And yet I fight, and yet I fight This battle all alone No one to cry to No place to call homeI have a high tolerance for pain—maybe I built it up over the years, thanks to my parents’ use of corporal punishment.
Last week, my friend hosted a facial spa night. She usually handles my treatments, and in return, I play the role of her IT support since she is not tech savvy at all and bring her and the rest of the girls a plethora of treats from a local bakery. I know that I am getting the better end of the deal because what she is offering me is far more expensive than whatever advice I dispense to her. I am extremely grateful to her.
This time, I had microneedling with radiofrequency and exosomes done on my face, plus PDO threads to combat my tech neck. I know my neck doesn’t look bad, but that’s only because I’ve been proactive with treatments to prevent deeper lines.
I showed up to work with my face mildly red and swollen, but honestly? I didn’t care.
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