The Bad Girl's Guide to Getting What You Want
I found this book in my closet yesterday when I was cleaning out the remnants of my childhood. Ha ha, just kidding. But I was cleaning my closet, and I did find (and subsequently throw out) a lot of things that hold memories for me... don't worry, I kept the good stuff... threw out the embarrassing stuff. Anyway, I found this little book that my sister gave me. I never really looked at it or read it (oops) but I did flip through it a couple of times because the illustrations are these very edgy, cool cartoons of stylish, beautiful women. As you may have guessed, it's called "The Bad Girl's Guide to Getting What You Want".
So I'm going to read it now. Because, I'm not a bad girl. I never have been, and I probably never will be. You know, one day, I just want to do my hair in a sexy way, wear eyeliner and a short skirt with stilettos, and smoke a cigar and then put it out on the handlebars of a motorcycle or something. Or get in a bar fight that involves pool cues. Or rob a bank. Hmmm... maybe not. But I can fantasize about the alter-ego that I will never indulge.
Of course, it's not exactly like I'm making a roast for the church pot luck, wearing pastel sweater-sets, and looking forward to teeing off this Saturday with Marge and Gil.
I'm just me. But the book may still be fun to read, and I think I owe my sister (who isn't a bad girl either).
Look up! The sun is shining somewhere.
So I'm going to read it now. Because, I'm not a bad girl. I never have been, and I probably never will be. You know, one day, I just want to do my hair in a sexy way, wear eyeliner and a short skirt with stilettos, and smoke a cigar and then put it out on the handlebars of a motorcycle or something. Or get in a bar fight that involves pool cues. Or rob a bank. Hmmm... maybe not. But I can fantasize about the alter-ego that I will never indulge.
Of course, it's not exactly like I'm making a roast for the church pot luck, wearing pastel sweater-sets, and looking forward to teeing off this Saturday with Marge and Gil.
I'm just me. But the book may still be fun to read, and I think I owe my sister (who isn't a bad girl either).
Look up! The sun is shining somewhere.