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so last night...because the dollar store people broke both of the toilets at caribou (but that's another post that we've been through), i had to go to the tanning salon to go to the bathroom. its not like those girls aren't really nice, and its not like they don't know me or anything...but honestly, being in a tanning salon is really weird. it was this really really narrow and long series of doorways that have their own full-size doors full of the basic tanning equipment including the bed, a giant fan to keep cool and the goggles and crap to keep your eyes from melting out. each tanning bed looked like a time machine or something to me, and the whole thing was rather strange...one of the regulars at the coffeeshop said that they remind him of the pod people or something...these little lunar coffins...gross.
we were also discussing 'tanorexia.' apparently, its an epidemic that's reaching tanning salon patrons far and wide. like its ancestor anorexia, it comes from girls that tan everyday and still not feeling like they're tan enough. quite frankly...the thought of a girl wanting to look like a handbag is pretty awesome. i don't understand how girls don't see old lady sunworshippers with their wrinkly shiny skin that sags and looks really waxy and gross...and think that maybe they should lay off of the UV rays. tanning itself can become an expensive habit, considering the fact that the lotions that people take to tan can cost as much as 90 dollars a bottle. 90 FUCKING DOLLARS. I'm just saying.
I'm also just saying that Costco (much like Sam's Club only not affiliated with Wal-Mart) has karaoke. and when i say karaoke, i don't mean a machine that is available for purchase, I mean that people were actually singing karaoke in a fucking wholesale discount warehouse store. what the hell man?
i'm at grandma's doing laundry and getting to watch cable television for the first time in a while...time to rot the brain. woot!
call me jerks.
we were also discussing 'tanorexia.' apparently, its an epidemic that's reaching tanning salon patrons far and wide. like its ancestor anorexia, it comes from girls that tan everyday and still not feeling like they're tan enough. quite frankly...the thought of a girl wanting to look like a handbag is pretty awesome. i don't understand how girls don't see old lady sunworshippers with their wrinkly shiny skin that sags and looks really waxy and gross...and think that maybe they should lay off of the UV rays. tanning itself can become an expensive habit, considering the fact that the lotions that people take to tan can cost as much as 90 dollars a bottle. 90 FUCKING DOLLARS. I'm just saying.
I'm also just saying that Costco (much like Sam's Club only not affiliated with Wal-Mart) has karaoke. and when i say karaoke, i don't mean a machine that is available for purchase, I mean that people were actually singing karaoke in a fucking wholesale discount warehouse store. what the hell man?
i'm at grandma's doing laundry and getting to watch cable television for the first time in a while...time to rot the brain. woot!
call me jerks.