I found the hottest little number of a dress for New Years Eve. Please don’t even ask me to show you the price tag because I won’t.
I don’t even care that I’m just going to a house party. It’s New Years and I want to dazzle.
However, I will tell you that I feel pretty foxy in it. I’ve got a woman’s body and dresses like this make me feel like I should be prancing around Mad Men with a cigarette in one hand a cocktail in the other.
Pumps will be worn with it though I was going to be satisfied with some sparkly TOMS. I’m being pressured to suffer for beauty.
So, who’s going to kiss me at midnight?
Actually, don’t answer that. I’m going to avoid kissing at all cost- I think.
I find that me kissing boys only leads to trouble.
I have a friend who sent me this the other day. She said that it reminded her of me and I see how it does. With me effortlessly finding toad-like men, this is kind of a “story of my life” photo.
Also, how does something cute and blonde not remind you of me?
To all the boys out there:
If a girl you just met doesn’t text you back after your first twenty texts, give up. Seriously, she’s not interested in a relationship or a friendship. You’re probably even creeping her out.