Have been exposed. Beans have been spilled and proverbial cat shaken free from its proverbial bag. Me-ow.
Am not cynical, bitter, life-hating bitch. Shhh, Alex. Just don’t tell anyone else.
Took speedy trip to BigCity to celebrate birthday of eternally young Miss Goes Down and celebrate being silly with galpal, Jane. Had fabulous time as always.
Was v. well behaved, if do say so. Did not drink too much, eat too much (those peanut butter chocolate chip cookies do not count**) or shop too much. Only frivolous purchase was designer-knock-off purse, which also resulted in betrothal of yours truly to street merchant for five dollar discount. Suppose funny Nigerian man with bright white teeth is fine alternative to ending up lonely spinster. Dual citizenship and limitless handbag options? Could really not ask for more. Happily, Betrothal-Discount also applied to friends.
As spent most of the evening on cookie-inspired sugar buzz, did not do much birthday party imbibing on Saturday, but had marvelous time cavorting with BigCity friends. Finally met ever-elusive and quite charming Alex (J who?) and was nearly convinced by enchanting fellow to write a book. Also spent good ten minutes defending choice of ear accessories to someone who thought them to be just-too 80s. Oh, well. Can’t win ‘em all.
** Have decided that personal lust for food could simply be considered cute personality quirk if yours truly were underweight, flimsy speck of a gal. But as is, insatiable appetite for all things sweet and lacking in nutrition, is nothing more than predictable behavior pattern.
A: What shall we do, ladies?
J: I don’t know, but this one is always up for eating.
H: That’s not true! Hrmph. Fine. I am hungry.
Have headache. Must stop pretending to work and seek out Advil. Or chocolate.
Or chocolate Advil!
Then you wouldn’t feel guilty at all about knockin’ back the sweet stuff (or ridding your head of its ache).
Glad you had a good time.
I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo very thrilled you came! I had the bestest time!
So if you’re gonna get married to a Nigerian, does that mean that you’re going to be hitting me up to help him transfer $20 million out of the country?
Mmmmm…peanut butter chocolate chip cookies.
carob. the healthy choco alternative!
oh who am i kidding. carob sucks. mmmm M&Ms…
hurrah for big city, hurrah for boys.
love you miss. have a fabulous day.
So jealous of Alex!
aaaah chocolate – the cure for all ills (except obesity) with love from a fat chocoholic
Alex is right. You *should* write a book, you know. Heck, you practically have already.
dear fish-on-bike, i wrote to say i thought your blog was excessively pretty and now that i’ve read your words i can see it isn’t just the cover that’s seductive. you’re a treat.
I second the book idea. You could write under the pseudonym “Fish” and once you made millions, then you could reveal who you were because who cares then, you’re a millionaire!
those earings totally rocked. And what do you mean nearly convinced?
Nice to have finally met you and I loved your earrings!