A client sent me a gift card for $300 to Bloomingdale's.
I probably shouldn't cash it, it could be seen as a bribe, but...
I'm going to Bloomie's and I'm racking up on makeup and some strappy shoes.The sole purpose for this post is obviously, if this comes back to bite me, I would like proof that I thought it was a good idea.
Ominous, I know.
All day, I've been dancing around in my seat. Why? Tonight, I am getting serviced so lovely. Equipped with my new make-up and my favorite hooker shoes, I will give Dame a private lapdance. I will then handcuff him and do some really cool things to make him shiver. He then will do some really cool things to show his appreciation. Then, we will spoon and cuddle.
I can't freakin wait.
I'm still pissed and bitter at Blair, but I'm sure the $200 Report Signature heels I have my eye on will sound nicely click clacking on the pavement as I run away after throwing a brick through his window.
How's that for finding happiness in one's self?