You Can Take the China

Kelly, of the she who gave my keys to an asian fame, hasn't called me since I've been home. Not since she knew I found out, not since I confronted Lauren, not since my plane landed have I heard shit from her. I don't know what I think about that. She hasn't given me an apology or offered me an explination, though through the grapevine I've heard she's offered these things to Lauren. Are you fucking kidding me?

For Fattentinesmas, I gave Kelly a gift certificiate for a full modern facial at Blue Mercury. Pore sucking, dead cell exfoliating, muscle massaging... the whole god damned nine.

Here's where I get horribly rude and inappropriate. I want to go down to Blue Mercury Salon, debit card in hand, and have them cancel her facial and transfer it over to me. This, of course, is hindered by my naturally attractive good side. I gave it to her because I wanted her to have it, I know this, my good side knows this. The evil part of me really wants to have smaller pores. Smaller than her.

The important part is smaller than her's.

I'm not going to take the card, but I did think about it in fantasy mindset mode for almost 10 minutes.