[Gloss stains on my boxers] I WANT GLASS STILLETTOS. LIKE PEEP-TOE THREE-INCH-HIGH CLEAR GLASS STILLETTO HEELS.
Idk why the sudden outburst or thought or desire for it but I WANT THEM! I know I'd be asking for the unattainable if I told you to buy them for me. So well, find me a rich boy who wouldn't mind shredding one of his credit cards to have them heels custom-made for me. :D Oh, pretty please?
Put him in a box(with his credit card), wrap it in nice soft paper with a red wine-coloured ribbon & have him FedEx-ed to my doorstep. I'd reward you & him with all that I can give, sumpah oompa loompa. Yeah I know some of you would think like, "What, she tryna pull a Cinderella here?" The answer is, I'm not. I just, well, want them. & even then, what wrong is it to write & realize my own fairytale? I mean c'mon, there's a Cinderella in everyone's life & it doesn't matter whether you're a girl or a boy because both play a part in the story afterall. The question isn't How would you accomplish your Cinderella story? but the real question is How would you optimize your life after Happy Ever After? You get the typical ending to a fairytale but reality check here! It doesn't just end with that last sentence. Life still has to go on! As kids we left the story at that but we're growing up, don't you think we ought to read between & after the lines? Don't worry I'm going LOLWTF SHIDA! too. I don't even know why I'm on this but haha, it just occured to me.
So anyway, I've had a great day today of the few throughout the past week or so. Scrabble in the pool, Esthero in the background, weird drink concoctions, pushing swings at the porch, Victoria Secrets' ring fronts, sparkly gloss in nude, posh guestroom that reeks of expensive parquet, a drop-dead gorgeous tanned bombshell on barefoot & a really snoozed-out-for-a-whole-half-an-hour me hahahha. Hey, can't blame me. She's too hot, I can't handle it. Too bad, we're platonic like that. Cos even when she keeps tugging at my heartstrings it doesn't leave me hoping for something else.
