I can't stop thinking about cigarillos
We were allowed to dress up for work yesterday so I went to the mall and spent a million dollars on clothes. I got dressy boots, and a dress, and one of those big red belts that you wear directly under your boobs. I was in that shopping mood where you get kinda crazy; like you look nice so that you start to get kind of turned on because you start to think about how you look so good that surely people will want to have sex with you and you are secretly making sexy faces at yourself in the mirror of the changeroom and people are waiting to try clothes on but you are like HELLO I am fantasizing about getting laid in here. Anyway I spent like 300 dollars or something, maybe just 200-ish, I don't know. I also got shoes, a top, earrings, some panties and a bra. I went into work with all my fancy clothes on and I even stuffed an extra pair of panties into my jacket pocket before I left because I was like uh duh, obviously I will be getting laid tonight and I didn't want to do that crappy thing where you have to re-put-on your panties that you got wet. Also stuffing the panties in there was pretty much supposed to be like sealing the deal; you spent shitloads of money on clothes and you have spare panties stuffed inside the pocket of your winter coat-there's no turning back now, this is a resolution to get laid.
Amen.
hahaha
Anyway, I don't have anyone to have sex with so whatever I am lame. I asked the egyptian to make out with me but he said no cus he was drunk and tired. I am sort of embarrassed about it but not really cus whatever I don't care. After he said no I think I just passed out.
The moral of the story is that I know how to party. |
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