2002-01-14 -
I had something in my teeth ALL afternoon and no one told me. I hate that stuff. I’ll tell strangers if they have something in their teeth/toilet tissue on their shoes/zipper down. I just ask the same in return.
In other news, I am completely obsessed with the bargain bank. It’s a strange store where you can get anything from Erno Lazlo products to motor oil. They also have some interesting Asian food goods and Barbie’s. It’s all dirt cheap. The best thing about it is that they have Lorac lipsticks. I’ve been to the bargain basement 5 times in the past 2 weeks. It’s getting bad. I called Michele yesterday and was leaving a voice mail for her and it went like this:
Me: Michele, you’ll never guess where I am right now. (pause for dramatic effect.)
Sales Person: The Bargain Bank will be closing in 10 minutes. Please make your way to the cash register. I repeat, The Bargain Bank will be closing in 10 minutes.
The weird thing is that I can’t get their name straight. I’ve called them the bargain basement, the bargain barn…
