Mani woes.

I got a mani. This Vietnamese woman (go figure) went crazy on my cuticles. 2/3rds of the way in, two of my fingers starts bleeding profusely. She looks up, "sorry, la" and dabs alcohol on it. To add on to the pain, one of the bleeding fingers happens to be the one I jammed in a drawer the day before. No bueno. Since it was my girl's bday, I paid (well- technically my mom paid because I don't have any money) for her mani as a present.

What a day.