girl things
I love being a girl. Have I said that before?... I think so.
This will be one of those kinds of frilly, "this is how my day has been" sort of posts. I hate reading those. Oh well. You can tune out now if that suits you.
My latest treat to myself has been the discovery that I can afford to get manicures twice a month. Let me tell you about this phenomenon: it takes me two hours to paint my nails with no mistakes and no bubbles... it takes a manicurist twenty minutes, plus they're literally perfect. At the price of a manicure with my current salary, it costs two and a half times more to do it myself. I'm sold... and loving it. Have I convinced you yet?
Going in to a nail salon is like going into a guys locker room, I would imagine (since I have never been in the guys locker room when there were actually guys in there!). We gossip, poke fun at each other, talk about men and discuss our weekend plans. It's a little sanctuary where we all have something in common... we're prissy. I used to hate those "Scottsdale" wives that I would see going into nail salons... I would not be one of them. They were "silicone blessed" trophy wives, and I was mean, I would make fun of all the empty space they must have had in their heads. But alas, while we all congregate there twice monthly, I have come to realize that there is still a difference between myself and the Stepfor... uh, I mean, Scottsdale wives. Acrylic. I prefer au naturel, thanks.
I've been having the best time with my future roommate Jamie. We've been friends for five years or so, but after our recent bonding experience (a.k.a. the U2 concert), we've been text messaging each other like a bunch of giddy thirteen year olds. It's just such good, (mostly) clean fun! She is now obsessed with U2, and I can't say I'm much better, but I didn't buy 6 CDs in one day!!! We also share a love of doing other girly things, like shopping for matching bras and undies at Vicki's secret and sunbathing on the beach with a book in Mexico... but we're just dorks in general, and it's great.
Ah, moving out... it's a pain, but it's exciting. It's a new beginning, hopefully with a fresh start and good friends. I've lived with two too many bad roommates, and let me tell you it's not worth it, but I am not worried at all about these two. Unlike the others, they are respectful, and kind. Respect is really the key in a roommate relationship, it dictates all of your behaviors towards one another... from putting a new role of TP on, to rinsing your dishes and wiping the counters after you cook. It makes a huge difference and is most definitely appreciated.
with perfect pink nails,
<3
k
This will be one of those kinds of frilly, "this is how my day has been" sort of posts. I hate reading those. Oh well. You can tune out now if that suits you.
My latest treat to myself has been the discovery that I can afford to get manicures twice a month. Let me tell you about this phenomenon: it takes me two hours to paint my nails with no mistakes and no bubbles... it takes a manicurist twenty minutes, plus they're literally perfect. At the price of a manicure with my current salary, it costs two and a half times more to do it myself. I'm sold... and loving it. Have I convinced you yet?
Going in to a nail salon is like going into a guys locker room, I would imagine (since I have never been in the guys locker room when there were actually guys in there!). We gossip, poke fun at each other, talk about men and discuss our weekend plans. It's a little sanctuary where we all have something in common... we're prissy. I used to hate those "Scottsdale" wives that I would see going into nail salons... I would not be one of them. They were "silicone blessed" trophy wives, and I was mean, I would make fun of all the empty space they must have had in their heads. But alas, while we all congregate there twice monthly, I have come to realize that there is still a difference between myself and the Stepfor... uh, I mean, Scottsdale wives. Acrylic. I prefer au naturel, thanks.
I've been having the best time with my future roommate Jamie. We've been friends for five years or so, but after our recent bonding experience (a.k.a. the U2 concert), we've been text messaging each other like a bunch of giddy thirteen year olds. It's just such good, (mostly) clean fun! She is now obsessed with U2, and I can't say I'm much better, but I didn't buy 6 CDs in one day!!! We also share a love of doing other girly things, like shopping for matching bras and undies at Vicki's secret and sunbathing on the beach with a book in Mexico... but we're just dorks in general, and it's great.
Ah, moving out... it's a pain, but it's exciting. It's a new beginning, hopefully with a fresh start and good friends. I've lived with two too many bad roommates, and let me tell you it's not worth it, but I am not worried at all about these two. Unlike the others, they are respectful, and kind. Respect is really the key in a roommate relationship, it dictates all of your behaviors towards one another... from putting a new role of TP on, to rinsing your dishes and wiping the counters after you cook. It makes a huge difference and is most definitely appreciated.
with perfect pink nails,
<3
k
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