so i'm on this new kick - forums about rapid hair growth (ooh, i feel an itch, maybe it's working). that and colon cleansing (beware of the picture gallery). see. i'm becoming too busy to blog. long hair plus a clean colon oozes sexiness.
happiness does not equal blogging. apparently, because i can't motivate myself to get online for anything.
but during my sabbatical i have discovered some interesting lil funnies:
- i am a calla lily in a flowy wrap dress on a breezy day. but unless you've got an ass like eva longoria, don't wear a thong. it would be my luck that as soon as i'm chillin' and peaceful in my own little zone (walking to the tune of my new theme song this is why i'm hot) on a nice stroll thru the parking deck on the way to my car (destination home for lunch) that my dress blows over my head right in front of smokers pointe. even though no one seemed to look (except that weird cockeyed lady that's always talking about what her juvenile delinquent son did last night), it still was embarrassing. i got home and changed to boy shorts immediately.
- a gentleman should still be a gentle man even if he doesn't want to sleep with the chick that's standing next to him. agree? story: i'm at the mall. this abercrombie-slash-laguna-beach looking dude sees me walking right behind him (only like five steps away). the southern hospitable thing to do would be to hold the door for anyone that close to you - especially if this person is a woman. i kid you not, he looked at me and rolled his eyes!! then he looked right behind me and saw another woman behind me with long, breezy, waist-length, pantene-commercial, kelly ripa blond hair. i kid you not, as soon as he saw her he bust out a kool-aid smile and tried to scoot me along to hold the door for her. scoot. wait a minute - envision it: this stranger actually was flitting me along. me and my cute little self. i'm a lady. hmm. that's wack. be cordial - you know? karma though because she rolled her eyes & sucked her teeth LOUD and totally dissed his ass. booyah!!
- nothing makes a fabulous woman stand straighter than a delicious faux-high end bag. fendi being my bag of choice. i found it. i bought it. i love it. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . and i sleep with it. what? it makes me happy. my boss said that she hopes that i'm not contributing to terrorism. her exact words, "i wonder how many missiles can be made from fake handbag money?" love is blind because that comment didn't bother me a bit. i actually jumped right over it and quickly replied, "i know!! isn't it cute?!!"
- uh oh
my boo just called. later!!
2 comments:
LOVE IT!
Thanks for the Eva link :)
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