You know what's relaxing? Wearing a skin-scorching face mask while listening to a meditation tape narrated by a man with a phlegmy voice, and at the same time trying to keep your cucumbers from sliding off into your hair.
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It's just as well our eyes were covered, cause my bedroom was BLINDING, man.
Relaxation was a big thing with us. What did we need to relax for? We spent literally every second of every day practicing self-care. We were experts before that was even a thing.
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What is interesting to me about our spa days is how everything we did was wrong. I don't know who invented the cucumber idea, but- NOT effective. And hot oil treatments? On MY head, the grease-queen of the universe?? Ugh, my hair would lay in clumps like oily sardines for days afterwards, even after multiple washings.
The results were not the point.
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Here's my friend mopping spilled oil off the floor with her head. Classic.
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