Yesterday I was at the Dermatologist, I know, FANCY. I had never been to a dermatologist before, but I suppose it is item #436 on the list of "how T knows shes not getting younger", cause well, I didn't have to go for acne problems.

I was sitting in the waiting room filling out all the standard paperwork when I get to this:

Do you smoke? [ ] yes [x] no

Smokeless Tobacco? [ ] yes [x] no

Alcohol intake: ___ weekly

I lol'd purdy good.


Speaking of Alcohol... couple of weeks ago I went on my liquor store run for rummm. I was practically in my PJs, which is standard for the ghetto, so no biggie. I run in, get the goods, and run out. As I get back into the mini van, when the guy in the car I had parked next to gets out of his car and walks over to me. He's an older guy with nice gold teeth in his mouth, I know, FANCY. He was sportin' some velour and a thick gold chain too, and of course, the sideways hat, which we all know I'm so fond of...

strange man: BEAUTIFUL GIRL!

*I turn and look OBV

strange man: WASSYOURNAME GIRL

me: Well, it is NOT girl

strange man: HA HA WHASSYOURNAME!

me: Depends on how well I know you (puts liquor in car)

strange man: WELL HERE'S MY NUMBER BAYBEE (he had the shit written down already, he was PREPARED)

me: I'm married (sitting in car closing door)

*he looks down at my hand with no wedding ring on it

strange man: DAYUM GIRL YOUR ARMS ARE SO HAIRY WOOOOO

*van door closes

orly? so suave.


I came home and shared the story with zooks, of course, and we laughed.

Ok, that's all I had for now.

carry on.

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