quiz: the sunglass personality test

Well, at least my sunglasses have personality. In fact, they have more than many of the people I’ve dealt with this week. This one is dead-on. It’s scary.


What Your Sunglasses Say About You


You are chic, bold, and mysterious.

You are larger than life and very sexy.

You need to be shaded from people who are dull and ordinary.

You feel sunniest when you’re around fabulous, exciting people

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Quiz: what kind of bikini are you?

This one lacks accuracy, I must say, since I have virtually none of those traits (except an athleticism that has lain unused and wrapped in tissue paper for the last four years). But every one of my bikinis is, in fact, a halter, so there may be something to this after all.


You Are a Halter Bikini


You’re an athletic girl with a hot athletic bod to match.

And you’ve got a great tan, probably from all those beach volleyball games!

And now, we dance!
I. Must. Have. This. Film!

Note To Self

re: wearing low-cut dresses:

Be careful when you wipe off the sweat. The normal rules do not apply.

Well, they apply. But people will stare. And then they will ask you for drinks.

I post this in case I forget. I got about three steps past the Alberni Street Liquor Store when some guy offered, “Brewsi?”

I walked past.

“That’s okay,” he said. “I’m a snob, myself.”