I shit you not. I'm that superficial.
But you know this.
I mean, we all know I go for pedicures or manicures or do something different with my hair just to distract and/or reward myself when life gets dicey.
Apparently, when it gets really dicey? I decide to splurge on the crazy red bordello-ish ensemble I've been drooling over for months now.
Before you jump to conclusions about my taste, know I tend to go to extremes. It's either Zen minimalism or whorehouse red jacquard. I think we know which extreme I'm at right now.
One thing is true, though. I give you all plenty to work with. You've GOT to give me credit for that.
You're welcome.
But you know this.
I mean, we all know I go for pedicures or manicures or do something different with my hair just to distract and/or reward myself when life gets dicey.
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| Understated, yes? |
Before you jump to conclusions about my taste, know I tend to go to extremes. It's either Zen minimalism or whorehouse red jacquard. I think we know which extreme I'm at right now.
One thing is true, though. I give you all plenty to work with. You've GOT to give me credit for that.
You're welcome.
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