peach pit

by justine

so i was grooming *ahem* myself, manually, since I didn’t go for this, and will never be able to afford it. unless of course jacob yeo falls madly in love with me one day (and out of love as fast if he ever gets whiff of this post), but by then body hair will be the last thing on my mind as i attack many a boutique in his father’s shopping mall.

i digress.

found a stray white hair. seems like age decided to be creative (and funny, har har) with me.