Ξ October 7th, 2008 | → 11 Comments | ∇ Uncategorized |
Her foot was in the Prada shoe. And the cocksuckers wouldn’t let me take a photo of Dang while in their fancy schmancy store. Poor girl is forced to walk past Chanel, Tiffany, Prada and stores that I can’t even spell correctly because I am SO not the fashionista, and she can’t handle it. So I broke down and let her go in to Prada while the ridiculous restaurant made us wait for our table. The little boy swore that she could fit her size 9 1/2 or maybe 10 into the model he had on the show floor. Cinderella crammed herself into the shoes that would have crippled her in less than 15 minutes.
This evening I told her that I needed to write a little something for the blog before I went to bed. When I asked her if there were anything that she wanted to tell the internet, a huge smile broke across her face as she exclaimed, “I had my foot in Prada.”
Then a few moments later, “Viva Las Vegas…this place is for sinners.”
From the bathroom she is screaming, “And tell them that Nathaniel makes the best drinks ever.”
Me: “Fuck, that means I now have to download and format pictures. Sigh.”
Ok, drunk girl going to bed. Too many speacial creations, most marked with a B for me.
Besides, Cinderella already turned into Sleeping Beauty. I should totally take her photo now. hehe