On Saturday I ordered something on impulse.
You see, I had to follow mom to one of these Tai Tai charity fairs, which had a sit down dinner after (THE PAIN!). Mom was lounging around chatting with Auntie so and so, so I had to tend to the stall for her.
Next to our table were these 2 very sweet, very gay Thai Boys.
They were selling semi-precious earrings, Think Big, Think Loud, very long, very dangly, razzel dazzel, pearls, gems, silver...Mmmm, maybe I was confused by all the bling, maybe I was bored, but I ordered one for 90 Buckeroos!
So as of Sunday, the lovely Thai boys have been calling me to go pick up my purchase. But you know the the kind of feeling you get when you think you've bought the oh-so-perfect pair pf pants, only to go home to rip your purchase out of your shopping bag so the narcissist in you can parade yourself in front of your full length mirror (that actually touches the ground, none of those off the ground slimming bullshit) only to realise that you'd rather be dead than be caught wearing something that makes your legs look like pork sausages.
Damn
I really should not do things on impulse.
You see, I had to follow mom to one of these Tai Tai charity fairs, which had a sit down dinner after (THE PAIN!). Mom was lounging around chatting with Auntie so and so, so I had to tend to the stall for her.
Next to our table were these 2 very sweet, very gay Thai Boys.
They were selling semi-precious earrings, Think Big, Think Loud, very long, very dangly, razzel dazzel, pearls, gems, silver...Mmmm, maybe I was confused by all the bling, maybe I was bored, but I ordered one for 90 Buckeroos!
So as of Sunday, the lovely Thai boys have been calling me to go pick up my purchase. But you know the the kind of feeling you get when you think you've bought the oh-so-perfect pair pf pants, only to go home to rip your purchase out of your shopping bag so the narcissist in you can parade yourself in front of your full length mirror (that actually touches the ground, none of those off the ground slimming bullshit) only to realise that you'd rather be dead than be caught wearing something that makes your legs look like pork sausages.
Damn
I really should not do things on impulse.