Me

I know, I’m supposed to be totally excited to live in a suburban apartment with 5 cats and a fancy husband. But somehow I thought, like most of you, that at 31 I would be flying around in first class sipping champagne and swiping my credit card. Since I’m not, I spend my time pouring through photos of celebrities and shopping in big and tall catalogues. I can spot a swap meet Louis from 10 yards and am obsessed with pop culture. Oh, and I like to say Hawt. Even though its passe. It makes me feel cute and young, and my boyfriend hates it.

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