December I will be another year older. If I was an X Factor contestant I would have to be in the over 25's category. I will have to tell people I am in my late twenties. I will be that much closer to 30. I will still get ID'd for buying cigarettes (and yet never for booze, make sense much?)
In a spur of the moment Christmas present buying frenzy I ended up buying a bunch of little nic nacs as stocking fillers, which may or may not end up in other people's stockings. Most likely not.
I have post purchase regret. I obviously had a sweet craving and should have just gotten off my arse and made myself a hot chocolate. I guess secretly I still hope to smell like a walking sweet shop. The idea of slathering my skin with vanilla cupcake scented lotion as my toasted marshmallow candle wafts that gooey sugary smell through the air...my eyeballs are practically bulging at all that sugar sweet goodness. What's diabetes?
Yesterday I found a dead rat in the bath tub AFTER I let my cat rub his head all over my face. I thought he was being cute and affectionate. I know now that inside that conniving little head he was laughing.
P.S Please feel free to buy these and send them my way in a size 6, thankyouverymuch
....the red shoes would make me feel like a 40's pin up girl. Droooool.
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