brooklyn gal for a while

the curious incident of the male manicurist in the evening

I have to make this post a little short, as I can no longer type with ease. In preparation of becoming tres chic for Paris, I stopped by the nail salon last night after work, and while clipping my nails, the dude took a little chunk of pinkie with him. As blood gysered up and over my finger, no bandaids could be found. Cotton wool on top and a drop of green anti-septic later, the owner of the store said she wouldnt charge for the rest. umm, lets say I was once bitten, and already shy, heading to the door instead of free mani pedi.

Arriving back to bayridge, the once white towel I managed to grab was no longer so pristine, but it has, for the most part stopped bleeding.

posted by gordian knot @ Saturday, April 07, 2007