What's with the no comments on my fabulous blog? I mean seriously people! I feel like I'm talking to myself here. Which actually, isn't so bad. I'm kind of used to it really. I talk to myself all the time. What's really bad is that recently I've found myself taking to myself in public without being entirely aware of it. Spooky. Give me a herd of cats and a long black skirt (already have one actually) and I'll be set. The Mad Cat Lady. The guy who rides around my neighbourhood in a bright yellow suit with a bright pink tie and a doll dressed in matching colours in his bicycle basket can be my boyfriend. He's a little old for me but his daring fashion sense makes up for it.
The more that I think about it the more sense it makes. I could dress Lilo in a matching outfit! She could wear little strap on wings and horns or a gargoyle suit and I could wear all black (many shaggy layers) and maybe a really big, floppy velvet hat. A fusia hat. Because who doesn't love a cat lady with a fusia hat? And it'll match my boyfriend's tie. See, I'm thinking. Lilo's horns could also be fusia. Or hot pink. Is there a difference? Because in my head there isn't but my head is a...well, not exactly a hotbed of logic.
Okay bye.
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2 comments:
Okay Okay : must remember to leave intelligent and thought-provoking messages...so oh my god! your plan sounds like, oh my god, really really cool, is he really your boyfriend? like because i'm pretty sure he was like trying to pick me up the other day...
SIDEKICK SHAE. xoxox
Nai! I'm her fabulous sidekick. Moodster to the rescue!
Who's Moodster? Sounds like a French scooter? Case-by-case, I suspect!
Neh!
M x
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