My first beautician's facial. And it felt almost as good. Imagine being pampered all over the face and getting all these refreshing products.
After that my face felt baby-butt soft. I fucked it up the same night going on a bar-tour. But I needed alcohol. And it's killed the braincells which were just bothering too much with neurotic thoughts and fears. I am getting closer to some memories, maybe some of you are part of them and can recognize yourselves there. I will be more able to update from February on.
Leaving proof. Un peto a tothom!
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oh dear me, when i read this i was thinking "what does she mean with a facial" ok now even i understand...sorry for even thinking what i was thinking...anyway, ´t´was nice rading your page, well the 10% i understood.
all the very best to you. see you around....
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