What makes a real man?
It is 4:31 PM right now. In two hours and fifteen minutes Cameron will be arriving at my house with his parents. They will be greeted by not just my parents!, but my grandmother, my mom's brothers Bill and Jim, Jim's pregnant wife Lori, Rosalie and Sophie, Lesley, Laura, and Abby. That is a lot of people. Stressing out is inevitable, and happening right now.
The point is, we just went to K & Y Nails and got manicures and pedicures. It was probably the best nail-doing experience I've had-- which are far and few but, still. It was really nice. There was an elderly gentleman getting a pedicure also. The bedazzled old black woman sitting next to me was taking very deep breaths to keep from laughing as he sat himself down in that pedicure chair like he was King of Town. He fell asleep and I wondered what must be going through the young Vietnamese girl's mind as she clipped his toenails and massaged his feet with candy-scented lotion. He probably plays golf and owns a lot of cars.
There was another man there with his girlfriend and they were both getting manicures. It takes a very secure man to one, walk into a nail salon in the first place and two, actually get his nails done. I was impressed but also a bit concerned for his girlfriend. His stubbly facial hair was trimmed too cleanly and he smelled like the Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue. I'm pretty sure I don't like men like that.
And if you were planning on drinking and driving, just remember that Beat Bob plays ball night and day because he cares about teens' lives. That's YOUR life, bitches.
"Be the best you can be, kids."
"Don't get your face burned off in an exploding car."
"I don't want to be the one who shows up at the scene of your car accident and has to tell your parents that "Unfortunately Mr. and Mrs. Smith, Johnny drank, drove, went flying off a cliff somewhere and... didn't make it." "
I hope you don't die,
love,
Emilia
The point is, we just went to K & Y Nails and got manicures and pedicures. It was probably the best nail-doing experience I've had-- which are far and few but, still. It was really nice. There was an elderly gentleman getting a pedicure also. The bedazzled old black woman sitting next to me was taking very deep breaths to keep from laughing as he sat himself down in that pedicure chair like he was King of Town. He fell asleep and I wondered what must be going through the young Vietnamese girl's mind as she clipped his toenails and massaged his feet with candy-scented lotion. He probably plays golf and owns a lot of cars.
There was another man there with his girlfriend and they were both getting manicures. It takes a very secure man to one, walk into a nail salon in the first place and two, actually get his nails done. I was impressed but also a bit concerned for his girlfriend. His stubbly facial hair was trimmed too cleanly and he smelled like the Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue. I'm pretty sure I don't like men like that.
And if you were planning on drinking and driving, just remember that Beat Bob plays ball night and day because he cares about teens' lives. That's YOUR life, bitches.
"Be the best you can be, kids."
"Don't get your face burned off in an exploding car."
"I don't want to be the one who shows up at the scene of your car accident and has to tell your parents that "Unfortunately Mr. and Mrs. Smith, Johnny drank, drove, went flying off a cliff somewhere and... didn't make it." "
I hope you don't die,
love,
Emilia