Actually, that's a grimace I'm hiding, along with my unmakeupped face. Do you love the black fingernails? I was watching Repo Man, on the advice of a co-worker, who was into the punk thing back in the 70's and early 80's, and who highly recommended it. I promised, and it was weird. Harry Dean Stanton is the antithesis of sexy, in my opinion. Anyway, to re-connect with my own personal brand of reality, I painted my fingernails black.
So, I'm having impure thoughts about the gorgeous man with the long curly hair. Oh, okay, not really impure. But I went shopping this saturday and got shorter skirts than usual (which actually look kind of okay on me), because of him. I know I know I know, don't be stupid. I do need to feel attractive though, and what better way than to kind of dress up for someone who doesn't know you're alive?
And, to add insult to injury, I'll never ever do anything about it. Like heavens forbid that I'd actually ask someone out. I'm such a ^%$#* princess.
Diva, Drama Queen, you name it... But as I'm officially absolutely single, and free as a bird, with none but unattainable crushing on my agenda, I can be whatever I damn well want...
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