Whaddup on a Wednesday? First and foremost, I’m leaving recent past events in my rearview window faster than tread marks on a racetrack. Sometimes you’ve got to leave the fallen behind along with unwanted kisses and nasty closets that need a whole lotta bleach.
It’s a new day, and I’m cleaning house. This girl’s goin’ shoppin’. I’m tossin’ the plain-Jane for a new frilly, lacy feelin’ on my skin. No more good old reliable elastic and nylon to keep everything where it should be; this long-legged playa is feelin’ all RuPaul meets the catwalk; my size twelve foot of gargantuan proportions is about to be put on display.
Hello, Victoria’s Secret, Nordstrom shoes, and frills out the wazoo. Time to glam it up and turn a new page. Diva Destiny’s callin’ and I am all in.
(I download half a pic of a supermodel in a flowery Wonderbra, edit it to sans hot-girl face, and post it alongside my blog. Perfect-o!)