Im engaged!!!! :)))

After all the ups and downs, sobbing and misunderstandings.......... I'm engaged!! Bless him he was so sweet and nervous, he went down on one knee.... or started to but saw me looking in shock so he began to get back up to which I blurted out 'no' lol not actually meaning 'no', I meant 'no, don't get up carry on' hehe. Aww heck how am I supposed to get my brain to function in that situation?? let alone form full coherent sentences lol And when he'd said the immortal words 'Will you marry me'..... I forgot to speak! It was as though it was a dream I was watching lol it seemed like forever before the word yes came out but must have only been 30 seconds or so :) He got up and looked right in my eyes, welled up and cried!! awwwww!!!! You couldn't have gotten the smiles of our faces with an industrial sander, my cheeks started hurting!! He hugged me so tightly for ages, I've never been held so close, emotionally or otherwise. I gotta say, its damn nice :)

This all happened on the 26th May but yesterday we finally changed our facebook status.... ah yes its all official....... I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now press 'I like'.......

What to wear? lol

So I'm out and about with my mum last sunday, no where special mind. Mum had just taken me to do my food shop as I don't drive and then we had driven out to my grandparents grave because she likes to keep the flowers fresh, and as she stood at the gate a woman from the parish council came to put something in the notice board. My mum and the woman spoke a bit and I noted they were of similar ages..... and dress sense!!
What is it with older women? Do they hit a certain age and instantly forget how to dress nicely? I don't mean all poshed up for going out, just avoiding large shapeless cardys they look like a blanket with sleeves lol These two women looked like mirror images of each other, same colour top, trousers and even very similar shoes...... comfortable. I thought it was only my mum who dressed like it but I sat in the car watching them and had to have a little chuckle to myself. Mum had the week before suggested that she get me one of those 'blanket cardys' for my birthday AND out of the tv mag too....... pushing the boat out a bit eh mother? lol Phhhfffttt I'll be jiggerd if I'm letting her start me on the road to shapelessness and bland colour! Even when I was younger her dress sense was somewhat worrying..... she would actively stop to look in charity shop windows and happily remark on the neon pink shell suit displayed or something else equally horrific!! lol Now I have nothing against charity shop clothes, there is many a billy bargin to be had but my mum doesn't look for those..... simply sticks to what she knows, square blouses and knee lenght pleated skirts..... very Jessica Fletcher :P

Broken

I stood in the kitchen staring at the plate in my hands deciding weather or not I should drop it, rationality said 'You'll only have to buy another, this isn't a very sensible thing to do'. Irrationality said 'Its your plate, your control do what you like' so I simply opened my fingers and watched it as I let it fall and smash by my feet. I didn't smile as I saw the pieces shatter across the floor, didn't feel satisfied I just knelt down and scooped the shards into a pile and standing again observed the broken side plate then burst into tears.

Fucking hell

Fucking fuck off!!!!!!!!!!!! What ever happened to the 'Happiness is' cartoon strip???? Honestly you think everything is going great and your so happy then BAM the other person decides to have a fucking brain fart and poke about in what doesn't need poking about in just because they can!!!!!! For fucks sake just because I have a bottle of washing up liquid in the kitchen doesn't mean Im going to drink the fucking thing just because I fucking can!!!! News flash!!!! It wouldn't be good for me!!!!!!!!!!
The past is the past is the god damn FUCKING past!!!!!!! It is not present!! DUH!!!!! It is not any ones business but mine unless I decide to share it!!! I am sooooo angry I could spit!!!!! He wants me to talk so I do, not as much as he wants but its difficult to break the habit of a lifetime this though its not good enough so he decides to pre-empt me, try to figure out what I will say before I say it: before I've even configured the thought in my head let alone the fucking sentence!!!!!

I know he had rows with his ex, I don't need to know what was said by who, I wouldn't ask..... I know it hurts to bring these things up!!!! I could have said this to him earlier while I was trying to explain why I was so upset with how he was and what he had said but I didn't for exactly that reason.

For fuck sake 'Happiness is' just because it fucking is, leave it the fuck alone and cherish it.

I love you.

You love me.

Be happy.

I may not be an expert communicator but while I love rubbing his shoulders, giving a massage, bringing a cup of tea to him in bed even though I have my son to see to and I'm not even coming back under the covers then he has nothing NOTHING NOTHING to worry about!!!!!

It's all Greek to me.

So today I'm feeling........ hmmmm I'm not exactly sure what I'm feeling but its not bad. It's just not brilliant either. I had a heart to heart conversation, not something I've ever done before and it was very hard to do. It was mainly comprised of allot of snotting and crying and smudged mascara but things got said that I've sat on for years and not told anyone, ever.

Just when you think you know exactly whats happening *whollop* something smacks you in the chops and wakes you up......... you rub your eyes, blink, look around and see something filling the empty space......... Initial reaction?? *Get the fu*k out!!!* Kick the sh*tting thing and crawl back in my nice quiet rut!!

You know what its like when the little one is held back with one hand by the head as they throw swiping punches into thin air missing the target completely..... well that's me unsuccessfully repelling kindness, understanding and friendship.

Friend with benefits? Well yes we are just not how I thought... don't get me wrong we are having a great time, my god the nookie is that good he actually had steam coming off him.... no really!! :) Windows have never been so fogged up!!! ooooh momma!!! :P Anyway, I digress....

He cuddles me and rubs my head when we are watching telly, he holds me in bed till I fall asleep then when I'm asleep and he rolls over, doesn't then wake me to complain as I kick him till he resumes the position (I know nuthinnnng.... I'm asleep :P) buttt he sure as hell tells me what I did in the morning haha. When I'm being neurotic, looking at him sideways, wondering what he's up to, what he wants from me as I'm snotting, sniffing and not coping with someone being nice to me, he talks, holds me close as I cry on his shirt and I wonder how he's not running away at a million miles a minute from the blatantly crazy lady. Because, well lets face it I've got a touch of the loon about me.

Stuff happens to me in my life and I file it away under *Do not open.... ever!!! although this will sneak out every now and then and sucker punch you just to keep you on your toes*. So now there is someone willing to un-pick me and figure out which way the pieces are supposed to go together to counteract the insanity and I'm not sure what to do, how to let him help me. I know he is the best thing to happen to me in a long time and he has told me the same but how many time can you metaphorically kick someone before they think, sod this for a lark! Is it really worth the effort? And there we have it, it's a silly thing to think because I know the answer already..... he will say yes, I am worth the effort.

A negative is always easier to believe than a positive. Being quiet is easier to do than talking and keeping someone out is safer than allowing a person in.

I have spent allot of years bottling things up and well, they got a bit pickled and smooshed. How do I open up and tell him things when I can hardly make out what those things are myself. I know he gets frustrated but he has to realize this is a new concept to me.

Put it this way.... if you saw a page of Chinese symbols and were expected to read it aloud without ever having done before you'd be buggered unless you had an understanding of it. It would just look like a mess on a sheet of paper.

Although having said that if he can lift my chin and look into my teary eyes, smugged makeup and all then not recoil, saying not to lower my head or be ashamed then that's a good start.

Still though I'm feeling unsure and unsteady, I really think I can believe him but it's all Greek to me and I'm desperately trying to claw my way back into my nice quiet rut.

Reducing my carbon footprint....

'Aww your just like every other girl arnt ya, love a cuddle after sex' this he says half taking the Micheal whilst prodding me in the side... charmed I'm sure lmao but it's not as though he's clambering to get away is it 'Oh my godddd the crazy Lady's cuddling me get her offfff!! Oh the painnnnn, oh the turmoil....' hahaha....
Really though, can't be that bad because he was back again last night to work his magic... sooo as you can guess I am in a considerably better mood today ;) *waggles eyebrows suggestively* hehe.... aaand if you think about it, me getting my jollies is good for the planet too! How you ask? well I don't need the heat on while I'm, err... producing my own as it were, so it's reducing my carbon footprint ta-dah :) god I'm good!! :P Now if only they could invent a sex powered car we'd be sorted :P

Just having a whinge :( disregard.

Ok I'm grouchy there's nothing else to it. I've been trying to be in a good mood and lift myself up ever since christmas day but it's just not happening. I don't like to be maudlin but sometimes you simply have to get on with it and hope it eventually works it's way out of your system, and I don't like to bat around the term nobody understands me because I guess that cant be true, or at least I hope not or we're all bugged.
The truth of it is no one pays enough attention in order to understand. I know I know I'm having a whinge, but quite frankly from time to time it does ya good. And anyway if I whinge at the people I really need to they will just tell me to pull my socks up, be quiet and get on with it..... well that wouldn't help me one little bit.
Oh good lord I hope I'm in a better mood soon, scowling does nothing for me :(

Humbug!!!

Christmas is as much this year as any other a great big steaming pile of poo. I go because its what you do, every year the same thing. I get less and less in the way of gifts, I have to say my favorite this year are my pop socks!! I don't want loads of money spending on me, far from it. Just a little effort putting in rather than 'that'll do' gifts. Sometimes I feel like an inconvenience more than a family member and by the time the days over I've had quite enough and want to lock everyone out.
Maybe next year I'll pretend I'm sick and just stay at home or I might actually have someone to spend it with and not be 'that single mum'. Meh I don't know.
Anyway on the plus side I am home and my son is upstairs practically wetting himself watching his new box set of Family Guy on his brand spanking new telly I got him (the first one I've let him have in his room and he's well happy) so that's making me smile listening to that :)

The key to Christmas day survival: Breath, relax and DON'T kill anyone :) It will all be over soon enough.

I wanna see your cum face!

Oh my god why??? oh the shame.... hehe. In my opinion I look like a pig snorting sneezing powder sitting on a stinging nettle lol its really, really not the best look in the world. Unpretty to say the least lol
So there I am trying to look as perfect as I can. Ya know suck my tummy in keep my make up from smudging and pray to god I don't fart...... fellas can get away with it but girls?? nooooo lol And after all that effort what happens? I'm practically cross eyed with mascara escaping down my face and he's grinning like a Cheshire cat at the sight, I give up lol. And as for the wobbly bits, well they are indeed wobbling and getting grabbed enthusiastically so I think ahhh heck sod it, I can't look any worse :P
So I may as well just enjoy myself in my state of dishevelment because I know the bloke doesn't care that my hair is a mess... that's his fault anyway lol He just see's I'm naked and as a bonus there is a beer to hand :P mind you he'll have to get his own......... that's mine lol

Getting to old for this......

I recon I'm getting to old for this :P I go out, and to a christmas party none the less then I don't get drunk! whats up with that eh? lol I'm not saying that I think being squiffy is the best state of mind or awfully good for your insides but blast its fun :P So I don't understand why after only three beers I have absolutely no inclination to drink another one or indeed get on the voddy :P thus my only conclusion is I'm getting to old for this because I sure as hell ain't getting boring! I'm not ready for my slippers and cardy just yet thankyou very much :P
But the past few times I've been out my sobriety has gotten the better of me, disturbing isn't it? :P I think I really must put the effort in mustn't I hehe.
I will do my vodka homework set by my tutor Mr Jack Daniels more....' refresher course that I best take then recite an uplifting chant of self encouragement:- 'I must not come home sober, I must not come home sober.........'

Older verses younger.

The question is, which is better in bed. Teenage boys or grown men? Harry Hill would say there's only one way to find out..... FIGHT lmao
I expect that it is very true that the younger have lots of energy and enthusiasm, and that's all well and good but I'm just not attracted to fresh faced boys how ever nicely ripped their bodies are ;) I love to see a bit of age, looking at a fellas face seeing some lines knowing hes had the ideas, done them already and perfected his technique is soooo sexy to me. He doesn't have to necessarily be older than me, just not so young that I would worry if he'd eaten his greens...
But then I seem to be bucking the trend, am I wrong not to hop on the bandwagon and get my jollies with a young guy? Sure Id love a bit of no strings boffing who wouldn't but if the apron strings haven't even been cut yet is it right? I wouldn't want to go to bed with someone who still has a bed-time and the real risk of detention if homework isn't done.
I cant help thinking of the American pie films. The young lads running around trying to get their ends away then I feel like Stifflers mom (although not quite as buxom lol) and Im not all too sure Im used to being 31 with the capability of being the older woman. Id rather be in the American beauty film gettin me a lil Kevin spacey lovin oooh please.
Ive no doubt these young fellas are having great fun servicing the older Lady's humping their way about like living sex toys that wont ask for a commitment, don't want it and go away when no longer required but its not for me.
I'm not a nutty bunnie boiler wanting commitment but I'd like to properly get on with my bed mate have a laugh as well as earth rocking orgasms hehe oh and knowing what a cassette tape is even though irrelevant would be super lol well maybe not that haha I just wouldn't want to be saying things like 'when I was young.....' That would make me feel about 90!! and not in the least sexy which kinda defeats the point.

ps, Id never boil my bunnie..... I couldn't live without my rabbit ;)

The shoe pixies made me do it....

I think its safe to say that I'm going a bit do-lally with all this christmas shopping... I finally hit the wall and decided not to spend any more money..... well on other people, I'm a different matter altogether :P I couldn't help it, I needed a reward for all my shopping and traipsing around endlessly looking for gifts... O' woe is me... oh and *heavy sigh* the thought of wrapping all those things is incentive enough for me to allow myself a reward. I get more sellotape stuck to me than the paper, its not an elegant sight trust me.
I had seen the shoes for weeks every time I walked past Faith, beautiful blue ones :) and today there was a sale on so that were me jiggerd and rather than walking past... in I went. Personally I think I done very well to resist as long as I did hehe clever girl :D

If I were a boy. New lyrics I've just written... boredom works wonders :P

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Well you should.

Maybe I'm missing the 'housewife gene' or maybe I have just never been interested in being kitchen deva conjuring up all manor of baked delights. I think the latter is most likely the truest.
Getting stuck in with the flour and eggs just doesn't float my boat, I don't want to bake. My mum however does every week and brings cakes and biscuits over. I know when she was younger this was a great money saver but nower days its just as cheap to buy them ready made.
So today I grit my teeth once again as I hear my mum say 'well you should' at my reluctance to bake, 'I wont bake for you any more in that case'.
I really want to inform her that I never actually asked her to anyway, and that I'm not a 1940's housewife with no other ambition than keeping house. I do not have allocated baking, washing and cleaning days. You'd think after 31 years of getting to know me she would realize that I haven't the slightest inclination to do so. When I was little she suggest she teach me to cook but I would turn to her and say that she can teach my brother instead. Don't get me wrong I can cook and I can bake I just don't derive any pleasure from doing so. Myself and my son eat well enough I don't see the problem?? None of my friends claim to be Martha Stuart either and they seem to be doing ok.
It just really gets on my nerves that she focuses on what she thinks I should be doing and completely ignores what I have done... oh say, raising my son to be a well rounded, confident happy boy who will talk to me about anything by myself AND all without having a string of near-do-wells piling through messing his head up.
So I don't bake, I don't care. There are worse fates than having no home made cake in the cupboard and I seem to be rather successfully avoiding every one of them.

Placing an ad lol

Wanted

Wanted:- 1 man, 'intelligent' version preferable but as rarely found will settle for 'non dribbling/slightly gormless'.

Must know the difference between,

up/down

ie:- Wet towels get picked up, loo seat goes down.

On/off

ie:- Condom goes on, socks come off.

Cooking ability a bonus. Please note nuking yesterdays pizza does not constitute cooking.

Must have muscular physique as 'bag carrier' will be a very prominent duty and in summer months will be performed shirtless, purely for hygiene reasons you understand...

Must be able to supply good quality confectionery to indulge chocolate requirements, muscular physique also necessary here for providing suitable surface to eat said chocolate off as getting hands messy simply wouldn't do.....

Gifts of jewelery would also be a nice touch although Pearl necklaces will be returned to sender.

lmao :P

Its morphing time.....

So last night something a little disturbing occurred.
I was talking to my son about cleaning his glasses as they were caked in goop (quite frankly I had no idea how he could see out of them :P) ya know, nothing out of the ordinary.. and it was then it happened... as I spoke I realised I sounded like my mother!! Noooooo!!!
Not what I said really but the feel of the words and how they came out. I said it again making an concerted effort to sound like me but it was exactly the same, eep!! Even my body movements were betraying me. It was like I was mimicking her...
I like very much being an individual, my own person with my own ideas, Id so rather not morph into my mum! Ending up being obsessed with swollen ankles and pop socks (can't see the facination myself) I don't understand why it has happened now after 31years? Is there some sort of trigger like male patten baldness? The females getting the 'you will turn into your mother gene' then be powerless to stop its onset??
I really hope I don't start hankering after cardys and think nodding off with a Catherine Cookson book on my lap of an evening makes for a good night out!! I love my mum but I don't want to be her. If I put Woman's weekly on standing order I'm going to get worried.....

Christmas...... humbug :P

I don't feel anything, I know christmas is supposed to fill you with love for your fellow man but I got nothing. Ill give a homeless guy my pretzel and buy my big issue as I would any other time and Ill love my son just as much as I have all the days of his life, one day in December is no different to who I am and what I feel. Of course I'm looking forward to spoiling my son and seeing his face as he opens presents but it would be super if christmas could be done at that point, simply let him get on with enjoying his gifts. Uggh the thought of having to go over to my parents have 'pleasant' conversation without so much as a feel good festive film on the telly to distract me because father decided we don't watch telly that day... well we bloody used to *groan*
We will go through the motions of pulling crackers, telling the bad jokes and pretending to be impressed with the plastic crap that falls out of said crackers. Father will try and force feed us booze so his alcohol dependence isn't so blatantly obvious for once and appears more acceptable. I will say thank you for the chocolates and smellies I didn't want and grimace as my son is given rubbish presents that had no thought put into them and be glad I got him what I did, even though I think its never enough.
Don't get me wrong I'm not a scrooge I just can't see the point in stuffing myself stupid and guzzling gallons of wine so as I'm sick. I do though pretend I love it every year. My mum enjoys the day as of course does my son but man I'm soooo bored!!!
Mehh maybe I have just misplaced my christmas magic?? Ill check down the back of the sofa for it but have the feeling all I'm going to come up with is a bit of loose change.

Redbull, batteries and chocolate.

Oh golly what exactly are you supposed to do when you are uncontrollably horny but at the same time so tired you could sleep on a clothes line?.... Go to bed and have a wet dream? ah-ha the perfect answer!! :o) but I cant exactly do that, so instead I'm making do with redbull and chocolate.... sorted! if only for a little while :P
But a girl can not live by chocolate alone oh no!..... redbull helps ha!
Seriously though do I really need a man? hmmm yeah I recon I do, part time naturally as so not to annoy me lol I don't know how much toilet seat upmanship I could handle.... There are punchers on bikes to be fixed and et-hem 'jobs' to be done *foot shuffle- innocent look* honestly the amount of batteries Im getting through is a bit silly :P
So here are my options: find a man ooor get some rechargeable batteries..... some how I think the batteries would be less hassle ;)

Love sucks but sorta doesn't....

Oh good lord what did I almost do lol
When you feel a bit down your brain goes to mush and you start thinking that contacting your ex is such a good idea! Luckily I managed to refrain from doing so, I think I must be hormonal (being a woman I can say that, fellas arnt aloud for pain of their head being removed from their shoulders by the PMT monster :P)
I guess it's because the nights are drawing in, getting colder and I just want to curl up on the sofa with some strong arms round me, feeling the heat of a male body and have the occasional kiss. Not much to ask really is it.
It's a love/hate time of year, its a bit pants really. Christmas is coming up oh and new years.... can I be Sally and find myself my very own Harry?? Ill even fake a couple of orgasms in a diner if that would help my plight? Having someone fight their way across town just to be with me at midnight for one wonderful kiss really appeals somehow.. hmm well the offers there.....
Last night though I felt more like Brigit Jones in the scene where she is belting out 'All by myself' with every drop of heart breaking emotion (and rather allot of wine) she has into her hairbrush looking oh so ermm fab in her vest and knickers....... except I wasn't in my vest and knickers, didn't have a hairbrush, I wasn't singing nor was I the slightest bit drunk :P.
I don't have a Mr Darcy to pine over: the sort of fella who would put up with your odd relatives just to be with you, I have a 'Mr I couldn't possibly tell the truth until it is far too late for that to make any difference and it gets me dumped...' sort of fella. But hell I still like him, I was falling for him and I still could which is why contacting him wouldn't be a good idea, he could talk his way out of a snake pit with no ill effect but I'd somehow manage to get bitten.
He had a way with me like no one else ever has and telling him no again would be too hard. So there I was sat with the cursor above 'compose new message' thinking should I? really should I? but came to the conclusion that I shouldn't even type it without the intention of sending to work it out of my system, so I clicked off that looking for something else to occupy myself with and it was then that I hear Taylor Swift pipe up on the telly 'marry me Juliet you never have to be alone....' came her perfect tones. Ppphhhfffft now I feel down again and want a hug.... :P
Love sucks but at the same time sorta doesn't..... then again its valentines day soon after all this: ok maybe it just sucks. Ill get back to you.

Lumpy bits....

Ok we have all done it, stood naked in front of the mirror turning this way and that examining our lumpy bits. Oh no, I don't like that! we exclaim and thoughts drift momentarily to signing up for the gym in order to banish those imperfections but as the realization of all that work sinks in we then decide that magic knickers would be a much better idea and would involve allot less lunging.... or so you would think!
I didn't buy the traditional flesh coloured big knickers I thought I would get black control leggings, I needed some for a night out and so thought I might aswell kill two birds with one stone and have my underwear for outerwear, sorted. It seemed like a plan and a good plan....
Well! Getting them over my feet alone was a tight squeeze to begin with.... did I have fat ankles... kankles??? No couldn't be!! this isn't a good start. I'm sat on the end of my bed chewing my lip thinking that possibly I should have gotten a bigger size... but oh well too late now I shall persevere.... So I grab the fabric of one leg and with both hands heaveeeeee *phew* Iv dragged it up to my knee. And then repeating this maneuver on the other leg, think that at least in the gym I would have sexy men in tight shorts to oggle while I sweat... this simple tummy 'tuck in' is taking more effort than I anticipated. Right back to it. I take a breath and pull!!! I get them up as far as I can (which is nowhere as near to my crotch as they should be) then adopt a stance pretty much like a sumo wrestler (stand back people this is gonna get ridiculous...) then I lift and kick my leg out pulling at the stubborn garment once again as it resists my every attempt to get myself in *you will fit, you will fit or so help me!!* I grimace. Finally after much panting, huffing, puffing and a little swearing I'm in Huzzah!! I win :P
So now it is occurring to me that visiting the gym wouldn't be as much hassle as I thought when I catch sight of myself in the mirror. Everything is sufficiently smooshed and squeezed into place and well I look fantastic :) My butt cheeks are lifted and my thighs don't wobble as I walk, amazing :D Heaven knows though how I am ever going to get out of these.... better not drink anything and need the loo.... Primark has allot to answer for :P

Coffee and time travel.

Ah tiz tuesday and away to the city I went for coffee with my mate and shopping. The coffee today was amaretto rather than my usual mocha.... I'm not sure weather liked that or not but it started to taste rather nice by the time I got half way down the cup, much as a bad wine will taste nasty on the first couple of sips but once it permeates your system a little it's suddenly rather lovely.... odd that huh ;)
Anyway after that I went off to H&M looking for my intoxicating thigh high boots and well there was nothing of the like there! I was rather looking forward to battling with my monetary conscience as I tryd the boots on and oggled the handbags! Oh well I guess I will live to shop another day.
Oooh I finally met my mates crush! Once upon a time my friend would talk about him so much, giggling like a school girl every time she mentioned him, telling me all he had said even if that wasn't much... mind you when you like someone every tiny detail counts and needs to be savoured, the importance gets magnified. Honestly he was gorgeous! Dark hair, mischievous grin and a *I know something you don't know* twinkle in his eye. But I cant see how my friend would have the confidence to ask him out she would always daydream but never 'do'. When she was a touch drunk she did kiss him but never mentioned it again. I can understand being shy, I was years ago and still can be in certain situations to some extent but the girl seriously needs a Gok shock. What was she wearing today??? Brown, and not even a *this will go nicely with everything* kinda brown. It was very bad I have to wonder sometimes what is going through her mind because she sure as hell doesnt tell me. You cant hide in plain view, I never could much as I tryd to. But then that was through my teenage years, perfectly natural to feel out of place and awkward. I have attempted on many occasions to help her, no that's not what I mean: include her, but she doesnt want to know and rejects every attempt I make to spend time with her if it isnt 'safe' and on her terms :( its not as though I'm trying do drag her out bass jumping or plonk here in a room full of strangers and force here to talk to them. All I know is that if we were meeting now for the first time we probably wouldn't become friends, not because I don't like her she is a great person but simply because she is so blinkerd and set in her ways. If she could time travel back and live in the 1980's - early 1990's she happily would, her happy place. She drives me crazy but I love my friend xx!!

Thigh high boots!!

Have you ever been flicking through a magazine and just happend across the most perfect pair of boots? The kind that make you horny just thinking about wearing them? Not that I have a fetish but hey when it feels this good who am I to argue! I have to have them but oh they are so expencive *bites lip disapointedly* maybe just this once I could satisfy my desires..... heaven knows my sexual appitite goes by the by :P