have nothing to do on a wednesday night …
6:15 = stop by looks salon for a nearly painless eyebrow threading.
6:30 = pop into 16 handles and taste a bunch of fro-yo without actually buying anything.
6:45 = take a seat at b&h dairy and have the grilled cheese and tomato soup special.
7:15 = hit up davey’s ice cream and purchase a cup of hot chocolate to go.
7:30 = walk into lulu nails and get a pedicure while sipping on said hot chocolate.
9:15 = go to bed.*
* based on a true story.
Welcome to the Fashion Zoo. Little Doodles
I might have mentioned this before in a short list of things that are only mildly weird, but my high school was across the street from the town zoo. The two times I arrived too late to get my ‘93 purple/gray camry a decent school side spot, I über reluctantly parked over there and discovered that, thanks to petty thieves (animals!), my windows were busted out and my drugstore discman, favorite BNL album (both the original and the replacement), and random backseat sundries were lost and gone forever. This could be the reason I really HATE being late. Not only is it quite rude, it’s very dangerous.
Someone could lose a discman!