“
I’m talking about you, you idiot. You have seen you, right?”
[...]
“Of course I have. I saw myself last Wednesday. My hair was doing this woo-woo thing,” I say, but only because I’m panicking. My palms have gone all sweaty and my mouth has dried to a crisp. It’s like my saliva has disappeared down into my hands.
And all because he said I had nice lips.
“Can you give me a demonstration of this woo-woo?”
“Well, my fringe was kind of going out here like – Christ, what am I doing? Don’t ask me to do stupid things.”
“Why?”
“Because I might do them.
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