i do not:
- have nail tips, acrylics, stencils, decals or shiny dots, french, or reverse french, manicures on my hands or feet
- wear a toe or thumb ring
- have a pierced lip or nose (so don't need that plastic spacer in the hole when i work that everybody can totally see anyway)
- have hair or eyelash extensions (omg! like they totally last like 2 weeks and only cost like, $50, which is like awesome cuz it's one less thing to do everyday!!)
- go tannin', so i'm not the color of an oompa-loompa
- buy moisturizer that has newborn baby- or horse-by-products as an ingredient
- get my brows or beaver waxed (especially by a russian)
- dye my hair la brea tar-pit black
- iron my hair flat with japanese enzymes for $275
- have my girlfriend come over, listen to rhianna and do my hair for fun
- have silicone, botox or collagen in me anywhere
- think lite cool-whip or lean-cuisine pizzas are good diet foods
- own anything by ed hahdee, pink or juicy
- have a white handbag
- mistake knock-off gucci, prada, rolex, coach or movado for the real stuff, which, um, i know a waitress cannot afford and also know your townie thug-friends get you the fakes for cheaps off the truck
- confuse cubic zirconium with diamonds
- have covers for my cellphone that match my fake donny-bourke bag or are studded- rhinestone-glittery
- wear colored contacts on dates
- wear sweat-pants shopping (or anywhere, really)
- own sweat-sets
- own spanxx (two x's cuz they're extra-strong?)
- own uggs or even moreso, fake-uggs
- put clothes on my pets (not even a special celtics sweater during the play-offs)
- watch the hills, gossip girl, man vs. food, dr. phil, dr. oz or oprah
- read twilight books or cosmo
- believe that book "the secret"
- see chick flix
- go to strip-clubs on dates, or with a posse of my bff's for lap-dances from the pole-girlz, cuz it's (not) a fuckin' riot
- go to foxwoods, mohegan or vegas for the weekend
- see mariah or beyoncé in concert
- think julia roberts is awesome
- call oddballs "gay", unless they are, cuz weird or strange is something else and the geh's should get to keep their own word
- do oxy, percs, vicodin, valiums or coke for a night out (or in or whatevs)
- have a bebeh with a guy who was unemployed when i got knocked up and remains such, nor do i have another bebeh with his friend
- have any ex-bf's in jail
- have a bookie, astrologer, psychic or shady accountant as part of my personal care squad
- have face-book fights or frenemies
- have fist-fights at the bar with girls from my high school
- think slapping your bf is ok, and is, in fact, the proper course of action, "when he deserves it"
- cheat on my boyfriend (then cry to my bff's that i "done something fuckin awful" and i hope he doesn't find out cuz he'll fuckin' kill me...)
guess i'm not a real girl?
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