Today was one of the rare days where the boss lady told me to come in a half hour later. Gotta love that.
I bought new sunglasses, footless tights, and a halter bra made out of a D.A.R.E. t-shirt. I don't really need to be spending money, but I figure since I haven't spent any on beer lately, I deserve to spend it on clothes.
I need a date.
We saw a kickass local band tonight, The Royal We. They have the absolute cutest drummer girl in the world--she's tiny with long hair combed to one side over her face, and is utterly gorgeous. The guys aren't too bad either, and are that rare thing in this town: cool, good-looking, talented guys who are down-to-earth and have a sense of humor. If you're a guy in Denver who'd like to prove me wrong on that assumption, please, feel free. I'm waiting.
There was a boy in front of me at the show tonight with a Prada handbag. Like, seriously, a purse. Now, I'm all for freedom in gender roles, but I could not fuck a guy who carried a more expensive purse than I did. (Note: I was not carrying a purse tonight.) "Oh, I was GOING to go home with you, but then I saw the label on your handbag." Um, no.
If I was so inclined to spend a ridiculous amount of money on a purse, it would be the new Dior saddle-shaped bag in white with the heavy chains and stencil-print "Hardcore Dior" on the side. I am the furthest thing from a label whore, but if I had money I could not resist that bag.
I need a new profile picture. But every time I think about taking one, I'm in my pajamas, no makeup, and ready for bed. Although that's how I look most of the time anyway, so maybe I should just take one like that.
Avs/Wings in the morning. Not that that's much to be excited about these days. Maybe the best rookie defenseman (and maybe the best rookie all around) will be back on the ice tomorrow. One can hope, eh? C'mon, Liles, give me something worth waking up for.
I bought new sunglasses, footless tights, and a halter bra made out of a D.A.R.E. t-shirt. I don't really need to be spending money, but I figure since I haven't spent any on beer lately, I deserve to spend it on clothes.
I need a date.
We saw a kickass local band tonight, The Royal We. They have the absolute cutest drummer girl in the world--she's tiny with long hair combed to one side over her face, and is utterly gorgeous. The guys aren't too bad either, and are that rare thing in this town: cool, good-looking, talented guys who are down-to-earth and have a sense of humor. If you're a guy in Denver who'd like to prove me wrong on that assumption, please, feel free. I'm waiting.
There was a boy in front of me at the show tonight with a Prada handbag. Like, seriously, a purse. Now, I'm all for freedom in gender roles, but I could not fuck a guy who carried a more expensive purse than I did. (Note: I was not carrying a purse tonight.) "Oh, I was GOING to go home with you, but then I saw the label on your handbag." Um, no.
If I was so inclined to spend a ridiculous amount of money on a purse, it would be the new Dior saddle-shaped bag in white with the heavy chains and stencil-print "Hardcore Dior" on the side. I am the furthest thing from a label whore, but if I had money I could not resist that bag.
I need a new profile picture. But every time I think about taking one, I'm in my pajamas, no makeup, and ready for bed. Although that's how I look most of the time anyway, so maybe I should just take one like that.
Avs/Wings in the morning. Not that that's much to be excited about these days. Maybe the best rookie defenseman (and maybe the best rookie all around) will be back on the ice tomorrow. One can hope, eh? C'mon, Liles, give me something worth waking up for.
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ANYWAY... he was carrying PRADA??? damn. and I have seen that Dior bag. if you do ever end up with it I will envy you forever.
though I could use a boy toy...