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No, I'll never be an adult.
Jun. 17th, 2007 05:22 pmTook the cats up to the Desert Ridge PetsMart for a much-needed bath so they could mingle with all the yappy little North Scottsdale rat-dogs. You know the ones I'm talking about. My cats could eat them. Even Ziggy, because he's a pimp like that.
The lady at the grooming salon says that she loves people like me because I'm polite (AHAHAHHAHAHAH what) and most people aren't so understanding. What, is common decency so uncommon up there? I only said it was no big deal that her pen was out of ink when she had to leave me to wait while she found a new one. Then again, I can imagine she gets some self-centered specimens up there to have their little toy-dogs dolled up, poor things. Seriously. The stereotype is perpetuated for a reason.
The whole rhinestone sandals and huge-ass designer sunglasses thing is the uniform up there. I'm convinced of that. I still can't understand throwing down more than ten bucks for those glasses; they look like you could get them at Wal-Mart. Same for plain white blouses that cost $75 and Capri pants of the same caliber and price range. What the fuck, man. This is nuts.
And yes, I can understand throwing down $100 for boots, because those last forever and five days and are heavy duty, man. If only I could break my new ones in without being in so much mortal pain.
North Scottsdale isn't my scene, but I've grown comfortable being an outsider up there. I'd feel far more uncomfortable if I felt as though I blended in. The thought makes my skin crawl.
The lady at the grooming salon says that she loves people like me because I'm polite (AHAHAHHAHAHAH what) and most people aren't so understanding. What, is common decency so uncommon up there? I only said it was no big deal that her pen was out of ink when she had to leave me to wait while she found a new one. Then again, I can imagine she gets some self-centered specimens up there to have their little toy-dogs dolled up, poor things. Seriously. The stereotype is perpetuated for a reason.
The whole rhinestone sandals and huge-ass designer sunglasses thing is the uniform up there. I'm convinced of that. I still can't understand throwing down more than ten bucks for those glasses; they look like you could get them at Wal-Mart. Same for plain white blouses that cost $75 and Capri pants of the same caliber and price range. What the fuck, man. This is nuts.
And yes, I can understand throwing down $100 for boots, because those last forever and five days and are heavy duty, man. If only I could break my new ones in without being in so much mortal pain.
North Scottsdale isn't my scene, but I've grown comfortable being an outsider up there. I'd feel far more uncomfortable if I felt as though I blended in. The thought makes my skin crawl.
