So here it is: my "real" life. I feel like the summers in between college years are either the craziest fun you've ever had (aka: parents still pay for everything or you need no sleep) or the slap in the face when you give up your beach job for a big girl job. If by "big girl," they mean rapidly gaining weight out of depression & boredom while going to sleep before 10 like a gran, then I definitely qualify. My friends know that it's either Starbucks after work, or letting me nap so I can go out later. And even one or the other has been lacking lately ...
The Boy comes over a lot though. That could be part of it. I began calling him "the Boy" long before starting to read The Secret Diary of a Call Girl (also my inspiration to begin blogging), but it definitely works for blogging, so he's the Boy. Also, if you haven't read that book and you've got a sex drive and some extra time? Go for it. I was in a serious chick lit mood at B&N the other day and I haven't put it down since. I actually think I might go grab that now ...
Oh, and vestiti del giorno consisted of white linen pants, tight black V-neck, black strappy 4-inch heels, a charcoal eye, and all white gold/white sapphire jewelry. And it was mani-Monday, so now my hot red fingernails match my toes from last week's pedi :)
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