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I went grocery shopping with my boyfriend yesterday and I realized that I havent progressed since age 5. Impulse shopper is an understatement.
In other news, I'm completely broke and spent my gas money on a pair of pink shades and Steve Madden boots.
Saturday night I encountered a girl in the bathroom at Makos who insisted I try her Clinique coverup. There were several hurtles she toppled over whilst trying to sell me on it:
1. Upon forcefully meeting her she states, and I quote, "Girls, you better close that door a lot of boys like to stare at girls in the stalls if you dont have a look out."
2. Her complexion was that of my white linens.
3. She tried to cover up a freckle on my arm... and failed horribly.
4. She pointed out that i had a "slight blemish" on my forehead.
....I'm not sold.
Then Sunday I replenished myself with beer and mozzarella sticks while listening in on intense conversation about freight trucks and my boyfriend voicing his opinion on the importance of tag-teaming. I know how to pick em.
In other news, I'm completely broke and spent my gas money on a pair of pink shades and Steve Madden boots.
Saturday night I encountered a girl in the bathroom at Makos who insisted I try her Clinique coverup. There were several hurtles she toppled over whilst trying to sell me on it:
1. Upon forcefully meeting her she states, and I quote, "Girls, you better close that door a lot of boys like to stare at girls in the stalls if you dont have a look out."
2. Her complexion was that of my white linens.
3. She tried to cover up a freckle on my arm... and failed horribly.
4. She pointed out that i had a "slight blemish" on my forehead.
....I'm not sold.
Then Sunday I replenished myself with beer and mozzarella sticks while listening in on intense conversation about freight trucks and my boyfriend voicing his opinion on the importance of tag-teaming. I know how to pick em.