I got my eyebrows done today.
I'm kind of dreading heading to class in an hour, apprehensive of "Angelica, what's wrong with your face??" comments. Yes, it does look like several honeybees decided to perform multiple suicide sting attacks on my delicately bronzed skin. Redness is what waxing is, and why I walked to the office subsequently with my head down and my hair all over my face.
On the upside, I went into the washroom to check out the new shape, and I realized that when I do this *raises one eyebrow*, I produce a much more clean, powerful skeptical look.