Thursday, January 13, 2005

plastic surgery

State Motto: Florida: Ask Us About Our Grandkids

The reason I watch plastic surgery compulsively on television is a reminder as to why I would never get my nose done, get my boobs done, or get liposuction of any kind. Just watching the pain that people go through afterwards, and how uncomfortable they are, and what can go wrong during and after the procedure just makes me squeamish.

It's really freaking cold outside. Negative 34 degrees today with the windchill. Don't go outside with your hair wet because it will freeze and break off. I'd cry. I've been growing my hair out for over a year.

Sis and I are going to Deadwood for her birthday in a month, gonna go drink, gamble, and get sisterly tattoos. Should be fun. I've been wanting to get mine on my foot for the longest time, but now I'm thinking that February's not the best time to get a foot tattoo, as I will have to wear socks and sneakers all the time when I'm at work...open-toed shoes are not allowed.

We had some little older (40s) man come racing into the store just as we were closing because he just had to have condoms. Oh. My. God. Racing into the store. Racing into my line. Gross.

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