Catherine and I have endless talked about how if we were actually stylish and photogenic when we hung out (rather than being in gym clothes and possessing a likely
odor lack of perfume) we would film a video of our own conversations.
Behold, the (brief) transcript (or various snippets) from today’s conversation (or at least one of many had today):
Oooh a chevron head wrap.
I think I’m on sequin probation.
Oh I want this tee! And by tee I mean shirt, not tasty beverage.
You’re killing me today!
How do you spell enabler?
I wish I could drink more during the day.
What the what?
Do you see anything good [on Forever21.com]? No. Don’t. Don’t. Stop.