I can't stop watching

I have a serious problem, because it's, like, THE worst show EVER.

It's so bad that TWoP stopped recapping it after 4 episodes. It's so bad that I've finally realized Luke Perry for the bad actor he is. So bad, in fact, that I don't think he could even play himself in his own biography. May 90210 rest in peace.

But me? Like a crack addict, I just can't stop.

OMG.
OMG.
OMG.

I saw a... a... a... OMG.

I SAW A IN MY FAVOURITE SUSHI RESTAURANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OMG.

Granted, it was in the bathroom, BUT STILL.

I don't think I can ever go back.

*SOB*

So my summer job consists of dressing women who have either too much time on their hands, too much money, or an interesting combination of both.

The other day a woman asked me to try something on to see if it would fit her daughter. I put it on. She looked at me and said "Do you think this would fit someone fatter than you?"

Ummm, I don't know. Will it?!?

And as a side note: a SVH book I'm reading contained the sentence "Ken got off of the floor." Right.

Split Nails Are Not An Option

So right up the street from me a new spa has opened. A new spa where I can get a fab manicure and an even fabuler (not a word, I know, I know, so write me up) pedicure.

It's brand spanking new and the two girls, and I do mean girls, that opened it are such sweethearts. They did all the painting themselves and they even put down their own floorboards. I love it. I think that is so fantastic!

Check out the digits (feel free to ignore the oh so sexy foot tan):

With this triangle of evil around me - the spa, the sushi place, and the gym - I might actually be upset to leave the ole 'Peg.

*gasp* Who said that?

When lightening strikes...

So I was reading Sweet Valley High: In Love With the Enemy - Book #120 last night, when what do I see?

"They must have used a dozen roles of toilet paper..."

Methinks Ken Matthews is not the fluffiest bunny in the hatch.