About a month ago, I was sitting with Missy outside Spring Street Natural waiting for Toby Joe to get off work. An hour later, he showed up.
OK you two, you have to fight over this. I only have one.
He pulled something out of his messenger bag. I wondered why I’d fight over this blue, gold green and 100 percent magenta box.
What the hell are you doing with that?
It suddenly occurred to me that Missy knew what this box was.
What is it?
Apparently, the firm where Toby Joe works recently completed the Britney Spears Fantasy perfume Web site and Stacy, a coworker, received a complimentary box full of these beauties.
Missy wanted to open it to see what the bottle looked like but I saw Ebay. I saw a desperate teenage girl in my future.
After conducting a little research I realized that the version they received was not a special release or anything of that nature. It even sports a UPC label. (I so wanted it to be signed or something.) I can’t decide what to do with it now. I know I will never wear it. Judging its package, I have a pretty good idea what it smells like. Maybe I’ll give it the person who finally buys my concrete shoe.
That is one ugly bottle design. Jesus.
But it’s so princess-like. I spent this morning trying to figure out if I would have liked it when I was a wee lad. I can’t decide. I also can’t decide if it does indeed smell like a tampon.
Nah… I hear that it smells like girls who put out.
Thats not nearly as cool as Electric Youth was.
What’s that again? Sounds familiar.
Electric Youth!
haha
That debbie gibson girl…you know..it was pink, and smelled like what you’d think pink smells like. It had a little spiral thingy in it. Everyone smelled like it after spraying themselves down with it after gym class.
Ah yes, I remember that. That gives me an idea for my upcoming x rated directing debut.
please please please can i have it?!
thanks to the fantasy website that toby’s firm created, i not only have britney wallpaper on my phone, but i also have 2 awesome (and free) ringtones that embarrass my husband every time i get a call.
(“this is britney, in MY fantasy, you pick up the phone.”)
rachel! you’re insane! Does it smell nice? Do tell. IF I EVER see you again, I’d be happy to hook you up. I mean, if you’re real. I’m not sure I would recognize you, actually.
I kid.
hee hee. i don’t even know what it smells like, but the ringtones are so sweet. and seriously, have i even seen you since you moved back to NY? ace bar might be in order…