So back to me. I did my nails, shaved, tweezed, painted, ironed, curled, tried on numerous ill fitting outfits, fought depression, stuffed myself into the spanks I so wisely purchased 2 sizes smaller than I wear in anticipation of a future weight loss and under a light Bobbi Brown would approve, applied the makeup. He enters the room still in his grubs and says; " Oh ya that Gala thing is in October not September." Don't judge me people, I chose to
cane.
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