Busybody and the Magic Ring

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I think the last three weeks(ish) I’ve worked 40 hours a week at my part-time job. It’s been fine, I’m not bitching about work, but it has really cut into my free time which I use for book reading and friend talking. I miss my pals.

However, last weekend I got to hang out with the world-famous Cookie Magoo, and we went to the mall. She was nice enough to help me pick out a new perfume (which I haven’t purchased yet, because it’s a big decision and it’s not like they give that shit away.) and then we both bought rings.

Here’s something: I love rings.

Yup. I don’t wear them very often, and I only own a couple of them, but man, I love ’em. I love looking at them, the shiny! the bling! the shapes!
Also, while looking at rings (look at all of those rings!) I get a little excited and I say the dumbest things you’ve ever heard. And when I say them? It’s like I don’t even realize that it’s me talking. Mostly, I’m saying things like, “Oh my gosh! Lookit this one! It has magic powers! *gasp* wait! This one! It’s magic! These rings will fight their magic against each other!” I ramble on about magic and spells, and it should be noted I don’t know anything about magic or spells.

Here’s something else: I don’t give a damn about gems. The cheaper the ring the happier I am. I think I get this from my grandmother.

So the ring I picked out is very flat, silver, and looks like two branches with leaves.

The one Cookie picked out is big, rainbow glass, and a giant flower. It’s like a brooch you can wear on your hand. It is ridiculous! And when she picked it out I loved it instantly, but it’s one of those things that I know I could never wear. People would be all, “Why don’t you just go back to having pink hair and stop trying so hard with that ring.”
But Cookie? She can wear the shit out of that shit.
I mean, when she put it on her finger it looked like she had been born with it. She is awesome, her ring is awesome, it’s all so awesome.

So we were walking around with our new rings (I haven’t figured out what kind of magic mine is yet) and I said to Cookie, “This ring is pretty, I think when I wear it I feel like a winter princess.”

to which she replied, “If yours is a winter princess mine is… Vegas.”

BOOSH. We are so much fun.

But! Best of all! I’ve worn my ring to work twice this week and both times strangers have commented on my ring. And it’s mostly young foreign ladies. (Foriegn ladies are hip with the jewelry) I know! I’m so damn exotic!

To be honest, I am not exotic. I’m like the midwest combined with the south. I’m Whitey Whiteford from Whitetown. I don’t have any street cred., I don’t know anything about the music the kids are listening to, and I don’t even order fancy checks from the bank anymore. I’m total Snoresville over here.
But this ring? It’s so badass cool that even exotic people recognize, which makes me exotic (and badass) (and a winter princess).
HOLY SHIT! THAT’S ITS MAGIC POWER!

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