shit. d-i-s-a-s-t-e-r. and it's all gotta do with the word hairdresser.

fuck. my hairdresser's new assistant apparently thought i was a boy and happily snipped away at my hair like she was pruning a bush. before i knew it, more than half my hair was on the LOREAL cape or whatever you call it. and voila!! a new soldier about to enlist in the army. at first she asked me "armani ah??" and i thought since that was the best way she could phrase it seeing what an ah lian she was, i said "yah dui dui". now i think i heard her wrongly and she probably said "army ah??"

oh my god you have no idea how upsetting this is. if i get caught at school charlotte is dead.

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7:09 PM