Naughty confession…

it was a friday.

Alright, my life has been so changed and I’m so thankful for that. But for just a moment…I really need to let off some steam.

What I wouldn’t do for one night at home.
I want to wear my over the top gold-glitter high heels, and leather. I want to apply more makeup to my eyes than you would even know what to do with. I want to wear scandalous underwear and not feel bad because of the fact that absolutely no-one will see them…because someone might.

I want to show up on a motorcycle, and have people look at me and say “Damn she is fine, but I would not mess with her”, like they used to. I want to be loud and have people know who I am and see the ocean from the street. I want to have gin and tonics and dance and dance and dance without wondering if I’m being provacative, because I like to sexy dance. WITH men- GASP.

I want to smoke cigarettes and ride in taxis while having rediculous conversations with my drivers before over paying them.

I want to be cuddled and made out with after and stuff.
I want my scandalous underwear to be appreciated.

Alas, this is but a fairy tale.

Now I’m off to remote Himilayin (sp?) villages in Nepal, which is OBVIOUSLY not only more important but more rewarding. I know this. I just need to make myself remember and feel like a LA beachtown hoodrat again just to make myself feel better.