"hey ... um ... why are you painting the tips white?"
"I don't want a french manicure ... I was going to paint them red."
"yah, yah ... frech mahicur."
back and forth a couple times like this, and I gave up ... I couldn't understand her, she couldn't understand me, and no one in the place appeared to speak english any better. Meanwhile, the girl who was doing my feet was doing the same thing to my toenails. So I left with gawdawful ugly, cheesy, gaudy fingernails and toenails ... as soon as I got back to Rachel's, painted over my fingernails with the only color I could find at the time, silver. Still gaudy, but a level of gaudy I find acceptable. My toenails still look ridiculous.
After that adventure, I met up with Stephanie, and went on a bit of a shopping spree at South Coast Plaza. Blew what was left of my Xmas gift cards, got some sexy new stuff at Victoria's Secret, including this cool old style garter thing and matching bra. yay me. Not that my underwear get seen as often as I would like, but a girl can hope ... got a bunch of other stuff too ... restrained myself at the hello kitty store, walked out of there with a necklace and the ugliest hello kitty doll ever made ... It looks like a plaid dacshund with a hello kitty face.
I woke up ungodly early this morning. At 7:30, I'm up, awake, and out of bed. And bored. My sleeping patterns are so fucked up. So I worked out for a while, played with the dogs, and watched crappy daytime TV. I almost miss my house. I hope something interesting goes on tonight ... something needs to happen.