so i'm sitting on my bed watching my daughterravenisis get ready to go out...
she is rifling through my fishnet drawer - yes, i do have a drawer just for my fishnets - and exclaims - "WOW crotchless!!!" hmmm...like mother like daughter? also have to state that she is looking for something to wear with my navy dress jacket and hat...while i'm lounging in blue satin fredericks of hollywood tap pants and a vest that barely covers my nipples...and smoking gitanes and drinking pouille fume...aw...humpday in london.
and why am i not out trying to get through the 2nd day without my new blonde boy?
well, for 2 fucking reasons mostly...
because i feel and look like poo but it is sooo god damn worth it!
i killed 2 birds with the proverbial 1 stone this evening by getting botoxed and diagnoses with bronchitis by my favourite french doctor...then he pumped up cheekbones and poured acid on my face...then sent me on the way towards the chemist in selfridges as they are the only place that could fill the rx for my cough! so i had to schlep through handbags to get to the pharmacy...dressed in balmain boots, slouchy straight rock chick jeans, and the new blonde boy's plaid shirt...and a pin patchy face with pin pricks of blood and mascara rubbed around my eyes....and no voice.
i musta looked like a battered wife.
(i should know i've been one)
and o my gosh...
i saw the most wonderful alexxander mcqueen handbag but there was no price on it.
she is rifling through my fishnet drawer - yes, i do have a drawer just for my fishnets - and exclaims - "WOW crotchless!!!" hmmm...like mother like daughter? also have to state that she is looking for something to wear with my navy dress jacket and hat...while i'm lounging in blue satin fredericks of hollywood tap pants and a vest that barely covers my nipples...and smoking gitanes and drinking pouille fume...aw...humpday in london.
and why am i not out trying to get through the 2nd day without my new blonde boy?
well, for 2 fucking reasons mostly...
because i feel and look like poo but it is sooo god damn worth it!
i killed 2 birds with the proverbial 1 stone this evening by getting botoxed and diagnoses with bronchitis by my favourite french doctor...then he pumped up cheekbones and poured acid on my face...then sent me on the way towards the chemist in selfridges as they are the only place that could fill the rx for my cough! so i had to schlep through handbags to get to the pharmacy...dressed in balmain boots, slouchy straight rock chick jeans, and the new blonde boy's plaid shirt...and a pin patchy face with pin pricks of blood and mascara rubbed around my eyes....and no voice.
i musta looked like a battered wife.
(i should know i've been one)
and o my gosh...
i saw the most wonderful alexxander mcqueen handbag but there was no price on it.