So there is no longer an XOXO outlet at Franklin Mills. No wonder everything was 50% off last week. I'm quite sad -- I've never heard of an XOXO outlet anywhere else. Where will I get $14.99-marked-down-from-$80 jeans now? Not that I need any more...
I did manage to find a suede skirt for $24.99 and a silk dress for $24.50 (Wilson and Bebe, respectively). I'd like to think of it as collateral for the frightening run-in with the scary foreign guy named GIL (GILL? short for GILBERT ! ?) who accosted me as I walked by his nail stand. First of all, each of his nails were about an inch long, like talons, but not curved. Guys shouldn't have nails that nice to begin with, not unless they're gay or they're masseuses(?), and NEVER should guys have longer nails than I do. ::shiver:: He buffed my thumbnail for me. IT'S SHINY! With NO NAIL POLISH! Frankly, it freaks me out. I was rubbing it all day and looking for nail polish to put over it because I just DON'T LIKE IT. And hell no would I pay $19.99 for the buffer, cuticle oil (hello, it's called OLIVE OIL), and overly scented/extremely greasy hand lotion, even if the nasty lotion is free. Go back to your potions and hexes, you evil warlock! ::shiver:: So, yeah, skirt and dress. Phew.
I also had an epiphany. I am a complete GAP WHORE. Woo.
My mom asked me to drive us home after we dropped off Co Truc. I had the left turn signal on while waiting at a stop sign for a car that was coming down from the left. Then I noticed the car had a right turn signal on (meaning he was going to turn on my street), and even if he wasn't turning, he was going about two miles an hour. Naturally, I began to turn left. But nooo, my mother yelled at me for driving rashly EVEN THOUGH I told her the guy had a turn signal on and was driving TWO FREAKING MILES AN HOUR. She acts like I just got my license yesterday and ignores the fact that I've been driving for three years. She also conveniently ignores that even though I've obviously not had a license as long as she has, I'm STILL a better driver than she is.
And they say you can't teach an old dog new tricks. Hardy har har. =P
Before we left for Franklin Mills, my mom put the gate up on the stairs so my dog couldn't go up (standard practice, so he doesn't crap all over the place). Apparently while we were gone, the gate fell down somehow -- Yuku? So, he knocked the gate down (?) and went upstairs, but decided that before he went ALL the way upstairs (7+8 steps, ooooo...) he wanted to take a shit ON the stairs. AMAZING. Fucking FASCINATING. THIS is the dog who's scared of thunder, loud rain, the broom, and the flyswatter...who won't go to the bathroom outside if it's raining, or even drizzling...who can only go UP stairs, not DOWN...who can't handle the ONE STEP between the family room and the kitchen...yet he can perfectly aim his furry butt and take a neat little shit on the fourth stair. What agility! What courage! What genius! What retardedness! All wrapped up in a cute, white, furry little bundle of doggy goodness...awwwwwwww.
Posted by sleepyminh
at 9:11 PM EDT
