November 11, 2010 by Marj Hatzell
I stopped by Tarzhay (OF COURSE) and couldn’t resist trying on a few cute little black dresses that do not make me cute, nor do they make me little. There was a group of ladies trying on all manner of crazy stylish teenager-type stuff and they were laughing up a storm and having a blast.
You can’t help but overhear some of what they were saying. I mean, I didn’t have any kids screaming “I’M HUNGRY. YOU’RE MEAN BECAUSE YOU WON’T BUY THAT. WAAAAH!” so what else was I supposed to do? Enjoy the silence(really? Oh, gotcha.)? Anyways:
This faux fur makes me look like a trailer-trash hooker with no teeth. I bet it’s made out of real dogs.
I’m glad I got those shorts, it’s supposed to be nice this weekend.
Shorts? They ain’t shorts. Those are coochy cutters. Shorts don’t show all of your biznizz to everyone.
Hmmm…I like this shirt. It’s comfy, looks like a pajama top though. Can you wear this in public or is it for a day off-type of outfit?
It looks like pajamas alright. Pajama porno outfit. Like something you’d wear right before shooting a porno.
I think I should get a size smaller so my boobs look bigger.
Why bother? You can see how small your boobs are right through that shirt.
This reminds me. I think I should go on a grrrlz clothing-buying trip. Just for laughs. Although sitting in a dressing room with my hand clapped over my mouth so I don’t laugh and let them know I heard their entire conversation was fun, too.