Would it surprise you to find out that I am bisexual? Cause it surprised the skittles outta me. The guy I'm (sort of) seeing is apparently a freakin' woman about most things...especially relationship-y things. This does not please me. It makes me feel like I am dating a woman - not that there's anything wrong with dating a woman, but I want a man...a man with a working set of balls. I swear the next time I see him I'm gonna do a full body search...cause I have a sneaking suspicion he's hiding his vagina somewhere...his mangina, if you will. After having discussed our relationship for about 10 out of the last 24 hours (no, not exaggerating), I finally decided three things:
1. I am clearly the man at this party. I don't want to be the man; frankly, I'm too pretty and dress too damn well to be the man.
2. Firefly vodka is my friend.
3. I hope to go at least a few days without hearing the following words from anyone: relationship, commitment, connection, and feelings. That last one is just gross.
4. The only thing that could possibly bring me out of this funk is a pair of rockin' shoes. I don't want just any shoes, I want my dream shoes: Christian Louboutin. Here are the three I am currently lusting over: (and don't ask me about the eyeballs in the backgroud of the first pic, I don't know, and I don't care. It's Louboutin's!)
Love you bitches,
Annabelly


The eyeballs are freaky.
ReplyDeleteFirefly Vodka is the greatest thing ever. I like the Sweet Tea kind. Amazing. When I come visit you in Stupidly Small Town, we are having a Firefly Vodka party. How does tomorrow sound?
as far as your man is concerned, this is a clear case of Barking Up the Wrong Lesbian.
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