ok; so i'm starting to see the relevance of scented deoderant. using 'playboy-scented underarm odor-control' makes complete sense now. what the hell does that smell like anyway? i won't state the obvious here and alienate any potential blog followers, but i'm gonna -- would that smell like hugh hefner's wrinkled backside or the crevices of holly madison?
it was about 106 degrees at 8:37 this morning and after a 5 minute walk to starbucks, i smelled like a livestock farm and i was only wearing nivea unscented anti-persperant. which became scented when i sweated all over it.
which brings me to the disrespectful part of my blog title. i've decided to start offending the locals here by wearing shirts without sleeves - oh the horror!! (especially since i'm almost 50 and my arms DO NOT look like madonna's). and yes, i might don a pair of shorts; not the kind from abercrombie & fitch where my large ass would fall out, but just regular, not old lady shorts. perhaps i'll be stoned for dressing so cheeky (pun intended). but its supposed to get to 125 here in july (wtf?). and if these men in white robes expect me to wear jeans and long sleeves, there's a slight chance they may be disappointed in my boldness (everyone is eventually).
i had lunch with a friend from england today (see? i can make friends outside of my posse in dallas) who told me about a british guy here who was arrested and deported for 'giving someone the finger'. i'm going to get right on that. maybe i'll be deported if i start flipping off policemen and royal dudes in rolls royces.
kim kardashian, media whore that she is, has the audicity to complain when a trashy tabloid publishes a story about her love life. maybe if she and her plastic, fake-eyelash-wearing sisters stopped having reality shows, people would start to ignore them. maybe i should stop watching 'kourtney & kim take new york'.
man, this was a b*tchy blog. sorry. i'm actually in a good mood.
sweaty hugs,
tricia
it was about 106 degrees at 8:37 this morning and after a 5 minute walk to starbucks, i smelled like a livestock farm and i was only wearing nivea unscented anti-persperant. which became scented when i sweated all over it.
which brings me to the disrespectful part of my blog title. i've decided to start offending the locals here by wearing shirts without sleeves - oh the horror!! (especially since i'm almost 50 and my arms DO NOT look like madonna's). and yes, i might don a pair of shorts; not the kind from abercrombie & fitch where my large ass would fall out, but just regular, not old lady shorts. perhaps i'll be stoned for dressing so cheeky (pun intended). but its supposed to get to 125 here in july (wtf?). and if these men in white robes expect me to wear jeans and long sleeves, there's a slight chance they may be disappointed in my boldness (everyone is eventually).
i had lunch with a friend from england today (see? i can make friends outside of my posse in dallas) who told me about a british guy here who was arrested and deported for 'giving someone the finger'. i'm going to get right on that. maybe i'll be deported if i start flipping off policemen and royal dudes in rolls royces.
kim kardashian, media whore that she is, has the audicity to complain when a trashy tabloid publishes a story about her love life. maybe if she and her plastic, fake-eyelash-wearing sisters stopped having reality shows, people would start to ignore them. maybe i should stop watching 'kourtney & kim take new york'.
man, this was a b*tchy blog. sorry. i'm actually in a good mood.
sweaty hugs,
tricia
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