let this be a lesson

S & R both looking horrified...

S: "I heard once that when you get a boob job you can loose sensation in your chest... so its not like you get new boobs for how they feel, just how they look."
R: "So they're just toys for boys? Oh hell no"

S, sounding confused: "Vaginal laser rejuvenation??"
R, answering the unasked question: "What, your vagina goes crazy and needs to be rejuvenated? Can't you just get rejuvenated with a cup of coffee or something??"

I would not recommend watching Dr. 90210. Ever.

tgfff (thank god for flip flops)

I spent this last week working NeoCon. An event that generally consists of furniture girls gone wild, and designers who spend an inordinate amount of time staring longingly at the flowing locks of this guy:

Unfortunately during events like this one, the sum total of my entire vocabulary usually winds up degenerating into only 2 words. Flip Flops.

Conversations basically went like this all week long:

Coworker: "Sarah, what do you feel like doing??"
Sarah: *long stare* "Flip flops"
Coworker: "Dinner first?"
Sarah: "No, jeans. And flip flops."
Coworker: "Dancing later?"
Sarah: "Does that involve standing? No, sitting. And flip flops."
Coworker: (while out dancing) "How did you get into the club?"
Sarah: *confused stare*
Coworker: "They're not letting people in with sandals."
Sarah: "I winked at the doorman. Not a chance in hell I'm wearing anything that resembles a stiletto."
Coworker: "But seriously, flip flops?"
Sarah: "Mmmmmmhmmmmm"