Sooo ZP and I decided we deserved a little pampering today, considering it was our days' off, so we went to, I don't even know what it's called, at Queen and Duff to get our nails done. For $10.50 you get a quickie file and buff, an up-to-par polish job, and some pretty nice looking hand painted shit. AS WELL, you get to listen to the Vietnamese ladies talk shit about you (in Vietnamese), right in front of your fucking face!
The first time it happened, one of the other ladies came to look over my girl's shoulder to check out my half done nails...then she said something and my girl kind of smiled and then they, most likely, exchanged mean jokes about how tacky (?) my nails looked. AND THEN, at the end, when i asked for more sparkles (please), they had a fucking field day! I kept making eye contact with them to make it seem like I could understand what they were saying, but they probably just thought I was weird and sparked even more shit talk. Am I being too sensitive/paranoid??? At least my nails look HOTTTTT. ZP's do too.
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