Raul. You @sshole. You just don’t get it, do you? This isn’t working out.
I mean, what else is there to say? I’ve been putting up with your nonsense for six years. The taunting in the mirror every morning — “Ooh, look at me!” — the following me to work.
I kept telling myself, “Come on, Karen, he’s just a bald spot in the arch of your left eyebrow. Give him another chance.”
But that’s just it. You’re always IN MY FACE!
And I’m sick of it.
You need to move on. Go find someone else’s eyebrows to torment.
I don’t want to see you anymore when I look in the mirror. I don’t want to see that bald spot there in my left brow.
Just leave. I’ve taken care of everything. You won’t even have to lift a brow.
I’ve actually been seeing someone new…Urban Decay’s recently revamped $29 Brow Box (available in two shades, Brown Sugar and Honey Pot), and he takes care of my brows.
He’s a two-tiered box containing everything I need to fill in sparse spots like you and fatten skinny brows — two powder shadows (which can be mixed to customize a color); a soft, colorless wax to herd stray hairs and set them in place; as well as two brushes and a tiny tweezers.