We were walking through the store when I glanced over at Elizabeth. She was looking at me with an odd smile. "What?" I asked. She slightly chuckled, "You keep getting checked out, hehe." I laughed because, well, I laugh at absolutely everything, and because Whatever.
Later, as we were walking out, I glanced over at this guy because I was looking at the stamp vending machine next to him. Liz chorkled. I glanced back at the guy, he was still watching me. Liz said, "It's true! It's so true. All the black guys keep checking you out. What would mom say if you brought home a black boyfriend?" I semi-mumbled, "Grandma's reaction would be reason enough for me."
So, she was right. A bunch of guys were checking me out today. Hahahaha.
It'd happened the night before, also, at the mall. But I was carrying Luke (2 months old) and I've gotten used to being watched and stared at while carrying babies. But that's a Utah County thing. They look at the baby, look at my ring-less left hand, then glare at me. (The U.C. [hahaha] is full of a bunch of stuckup judgemental people.) Anyway, I'm used to it, so I didn't even think about it when that attractive black guy stared at me as I walked around video game kiosk, bouncing Luke in my arms.
I guess my new tight-on-the-behind flare jeans are good for something... especially paired with a black tanktop, black largeknit poncho, white pumps, and red clutch purse. Meow.
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Have you ever had an entire Instant Message conversation with someone on your buddy list but can't, for the life of you, remember who they are? I am absolutely sure I know this email addy, I just don't know who it belongs to.
Plus I'm trying to have to other conversations and am becoming even more confused. Hahaha.
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I am nearly done with my Christmas shopping. I always get Meridith (my 17-year-old sister) too much stuff. She is too fun to shop for. It is really what I want her to have, rather than things she thinks she wants. But come on, who has the better taste anyway? Need I mention her Old Navy mens cargo pants? (That she wears OFTEN regardless of her perfect I-could-wear-grey-tapered-sweatpants-and-still-look-cute figure?) Meridith, come on, you know I am living my skinny life vicariously through you, right? Dress the part, please. I am holding you to the high standard I would hold myself if I was skinny.
What was my point? ...Meridith, boy pants, shopping... Oh yeah, that was it! I always get Meridith too much stuff. This year is no different in that aspect. BUT I got her stuff SHE WOULD LIKE!
Mer? Where is that CD I gave you? Oh yeah, at the bottom of your CD stack, not touched since 2001. Mer? How many of the eyeshadow colors I gave you do you use? Oh yeah, two, not if you count the blush. Mer? You will not have to pretend this year!!! YOU WILL LIKE YOUR PRESENTS THIS YEAR!!! (yay for me!)
I really am not sure what that means. Have I given up on my tastes for you? Have I given in to that hideous purse you pointed out then got mad at me because I called it hideous? (NEVER, I stand by that statement.) Have I given in and just bought you pink and tan eyeshadow? Did your tastes change? Are we getting more and more alike? Oh heavens, I apologize to your friends beforehand. (No more comments about how attractive Ben Affleck is please Meridith!)
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I haven't seen Honeyman in over a month. That's a record. We hadn't been apart more than 6 days since January. I think he has a new girlfriend, though I'm not quite sure. Last I heard he may have been either a bootycall or the rebound, but that was a while ago.
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Liz "Which aisle would the dates be on?"
Sue "I don't know; I've never been able to find dates. he he he, get it? ...Wow, I am my father's daughter."
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