rambling bullshit
So Selene didn't sleep with me after I mistook her (in my silly sleepiness) for Jenny and groped her beyond belief. My own sister. Agh. *shudders*
I forgot how gorgeous Linda is. So gorgeous.
I miss Dao. She should, um, call me. But not when I have the wrath of a grumpy Selene at my side...which, actually shouldn't be for a while. See paragraph one.
I'm wearing Lara's hippy shoes cuz I refused to wear any thing that was not totally casual on casual Friday and all I had were heels and those pink gaudy brazilian chanclas that just wouldn't do. I am, after all, a diva who must always match. That's just what divas do.
As Jenny would say, that's how we roll.
Yes, fun. I'm having fun. But, you may think it's nothing more. Maybe it isn't. Maybe it is. Maybe it's just too soon to tell. But, I know that I do care about her. And, not in the I'm-falling-madly-in-love-with-her-far-too-quickly way but just in the If-we-ever-stop-sleeping-together-we'd-probably-be-very-good-friends kind of way. She's important to me. So, please don't underestimate that. Sharing your opinion with me does not bother me but misunderstanding how significant she's become would.
On a lighter note, my hair smells like Fructis mousse product (of which I applied much too much) and my face is generously covered in makeup. Hippy shoes, I think it's gonna be a good day!
I forgot how gorgeous Linda is. So gorgeous.
I miss Dao. She should, um, call me. But not when I have the wrath of a grumpy Selene at my side...which, actually shouldn't be for a while. See paragraph one.
I'm wearing Lara's hippy shoes cuz I refused to wear any thing that was not totally casual on casual Friday and all I had were heels and those pink gaudy brazilian chanclas that just wouldn't do. I am, after all, a diva who must always match. That's just what divas do.
As Jenny would say, that's how we roll.
Yes, fun. I'm having fun. But, you may think it's nothing more. Maybe it isn't. Maybe it is. Maybe it's just too soon to tell. But, I know that I do care about her. And, not in the I'm-falling-madly-in-love-with-her-far-too-quickly way but just in the If-we-ever-stop-sleeping-together-we'd-probably-be-very-good-friends kind of way. She's important to me. So, please don't underestimate that. Sharing your opinion with me does not bother me but misunderstanding how significant she's become would.
On a lighter note, my hair smells like Fructis mousse product (of which I applied much too much) and my face is generously covered in makeup. Hippy shoes, I think it's gonna be a good day!