I had a moment today. A moment that makes you stop for half a second and wonder if the monkey controlling your brain has become intoxicated or fled the scene due to overzealous farting.
I looked damn good this morning. Fabulous. Hot even! Wearing jeans (tag says black, I say dark blue), with gold embroidered/sequin/bead butterflies on right hip, butt, and left leg. And a fitted black (I agree with this tag) polo, with a huge gold metallic print butterfly splashed across the chest. And my new boots. They're black. I have a shitty camera phone.
For the guys playing at home - blood red lace boyleg and matching bra.
And I have recently learned how to walk up and down stairs without looking like a drunk yeti and drunk monkey respectively.
So I was walking (read: strutting) into work today. Having managed to get from my car to the front door, walking both up and down stairs, without looking like a drunken anything. And I'm thinking I'm hot schitt. When I reach for the door the woman behind me says something about my shoes. I look down and feel smug pride. I'm so proud of my shoes.
And then the monkey in my skull wakes up and puts what she says together. I still have the stickers on the bottom of my shoes. BOTH of them. Ooops. All I can respond with is 'they're very new.' How lame.
Cue the running away of the smug pride as my ego magically diminishes.
At least she noticed my boots.
I got tagged by Ingsoc.
Three things I like about summer
- I can show off my tats
- Sunshine, gardening and general lazing about wearing minor clothing
- cold showers. I never said I was normal.
Three things I dislike
- Shaving legs
- My inability tan
- Freaking hotness