Desdemona Desire and the overactive imagination

Apr 02, 2009 23:45

When I was a young teenager, what I really wanted to be was a Bond Girl. They are always so feminine yet so badass. I wanted to be the kind of Bond Girl that could walk into Monte Carlo with a plunging emerald green gown and gorgeous updo with a pistol tucked up on her thigh. Then she takes out the bad guys and is still able to seduce Bond at the end of the day. They always look good in the sheets, they get the boy at the end of the day and they can (almost) always take a hit. Bounty hunter bond girls are hot (Did I mention I always thought Boba Fett was actually a woman until I saw the Star Wars prequels?)

I've never really been all that badass. When my arm was all bruised up, after the Incident, I told everyone I had gotten into a bar fight. And no one believed me. *crickets* I think it would have been more effective to say that I fell down the stairs or I ran into a wall. Alas, a girl can dream.

Maybe that's why I'm becoming a personal trainer. So I can be in control of my body and strength. That and being able to pull of the jewel tone cocktail dress.

(Yeah, these are things I think about when I'm at Hallmark and it's raining and no one is there).

personal training, hallmark

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