Mr. Big Stuff
I'm kind od glad Sex in the City is ending. Last night - Carrie finally told off BIG
- thank god - it's about time. I know she's coming back - how could she stay away from New York, after all? And someone explain how she could afford to shop at Dior on a writer's salary?
Speaking of my own shopping mishaps - while at the mall the other day - the lady at the Chanel counter shouted "Hey! I haven't seen you in so long - how are you?" And I was like, what the hell - does she know me? And she looked at my lips - which - granted were dry as hell- and she said, "oh god - your lips!!!!!!!!!!" and jammed a mouthful of lip cream into my mouth. Holy crap it tasted horrible. I was eating that stuff. I actually went home and vomited - i'm not kidding. Ugh. She then proceeded to beg me to do my makeup and then inform me that she
finally has a "boyfriend." dude - do I care makeup lady? And do I care that he is the manager at the Macaroni Grill? I think not.
Anyway - from there I went to my favorite store - Lucy - (all you gals named Lucy out ther should go to this store cause they have cute things with your name on it!) anyway - the salesgirl there- who - i admit -
does remember me since I shop there so often says, "Damn - did you have your baby cause you are waaaayyy skinnier." Sheesh. I suppose that's a compliment.
I think I'll stick to my online shopping - these salesgirls are killing me.