So I went out with Holly today and got my nails done. You know, those pretty yet pretentious fake acrylic nails, nice white tips - very wasp, very... bitchy. The girl, lets call her.. oh, Thao, told me I had rough man hands. Uh huh. But at the end, I had "feminine woman hands". It actually feels like I have a split personality starting at my wrists. I'm afraid that I'm going to start taking Valium, drinking at noon and eating little cucumber sandwhiches with these hands, and I won't be able to do a god-damn thing about it. Yup, call me Kitty. Or at least my hands.
Monday, August 20, 2007
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So did "Thao" offer to sell you any illicit drugs? I've always thought those salons were just undercover drug operations.
Well, they're actually fronts for prostitution and illegal immigration/slave labor.
At least where I live.
Drugs are usually more of a sideline, those go through other channels that don't involve women.
This is changing, as the Asian immigrants are figuring out that the real money is in what I call New Speed, i. e. crystal meth, which the Chinese are financing the manufacture of in Mexico.
I find that interesting; that cocaine would become passe...
Separation of the sexes is very deep in cultures such as Thai/most likely Vietnamese.
The Hmong in WI/USA are interesting that way, very separated. The drug trade does not go through anything involving women.
Poppy growing is man work...
Go figure.
Oh, I'm so sorry, Ms P, I got to talking 'shop',
and I'm sure your nails are beautiful, and your stylist did a 'ginormous' job.
Oh for crying out loud! Spellcheck just hit that word!
It's L's favorite, and now it's in Webster's, and Spellcheck just flagged it.
What a bummer.
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