her boss sent her to timbuktu to save the pacific northwest
and there she rots away in some posh hotel with no one to flirt with but the 16 yr old bellboy
who wouldnt know what to do if he had the chance
so she works in the day, takes a cab home at night
where she sips endless glasses of wine,
reading romance novels
and waiting for some prince to find her in her ivory tower
but they never come.
which is why she passes out in her stilettos each night
and dreams and dreams and dreams
I love you, Tony.
hell … right about now, i love BOTH of you!!!!!
wannnna getgetgetget thaaat.
still miss her blog
hawt. TO misses Sass & you too Tony 😉
She might dream of me after her first 62,435 dreams of others far more fantasmically qualified to invade her subconcious, but it’s enough that I’m at the back of the line because I wouldn’t know what to if I had the chance either.
Best to you both.
i am so bumming
where did her blog go?