NEW BOOTS

The boots cleaned me out until I get paid in a couple of days. Sad thing is that they don't match my Marni bag, but I worked round that with the APC raffia bag when I went to meet Cardinal today at the pub on Junction Road for a gastro lunch. It was the worst one we have had in the area, the potatoes were horribles, the staff rude and our puddings were on hot plates and cold in the middle. And no full length mirror in the bathroom so I could check out my outfit properly.

I was a bit worried when I showed them to Nameless tonight - he just started laughing. For a second I was worried I was never going to have sex again! But then I showed them [via Flickr] to my hot secret lover man who said that he thought they were hot! This is the same guy who said that now that I'm single he would be happy to have casual sex with my behind his girlfriends back [she is HOT HOT HOT FYI] because the sex with me was so incredible. Tek weh yuself! Talk about ego boost.

Anyway - enough about that cause I also found out my father reads my blog from the old man's home. Fuck me. The thought of my father reading about my fanny is enough to make my vajayjay dry up and dessicate like coconut.

xx Lektrogirl