What's Hauté XXX

i'm thinking about life with flat irons, curling tongs, bags and tons of makeups and perfumes and books and magazines. i'm imagining myself becoming as beautiful and rich as natalie portman and hilary duff.

i wonder if my boyfriend still love me the same or more or less.
i wonder what smithson ide is up to now while its pouring outside. is his bike still working? i cannot help but wonder if i can score a career up there. i keep wondering whether that charles and keith bag is still in stock.

i keep hoping that i will bump into anjani again one day and he'll come up to me and ask me if i would like to be a model for his show; wearing curtain heavy wedding gowns and balancing myself in that 4 inch high stilettos and i'll say yes why not and then go missing on the day of the show itself.

i wish i can know whether my breast lump is getting bigger or smaller in size. i wish i had ultrasound system right here beside me so that i can check the lump's progress anytime i like and see whether it moves when i jump or stay still at one spot.

tonight, i have nothing better to do other than to dip my fingers in maple syrup and lick it off, think about how things would be different if i made my presence during the show and if i hadn't crossed paths with H.

this is random because i have too much time in my hands right now to think about imaginary stuffs. my darling smith is waiting for me right now and HSM 2 is on! so i think i better get moving.

ok later!

L.