Gobble Gobble Gobble.
Happy Thanksgiving to all my Canadians out there! What are you thankful for? Me? I’m thankful for all of you crazy betches out there that keep my site alive. I love you all long time and words will never be able to tell you how absolutely appreciative I am to have all of your love and support. Spanks.
This weekend was full of great good and even better company. After all, that’s what Thanksgiving is all about, right? I didn’t wear my control top tights, but surely after all that turkey, mashed potatoes and stuffing, they would have come in handy. Honestly. Coming to think about it, I really, really could have used my control top tights to not only look super fab but effin skinny.
Auuh what the heck. Who doesn’t love their nice fatty bulge after some good gobble gobble goodies?
My manizzle is seriously terrible at telling me things on time, so fashion was lacking a tad this weekend when it comes to my thanksgiving outfits. And when I say that manizzle is terrible at telling me things on time, I mean that he doesn’t tell me about plans that we have until we’re supposed to be there. And no, I’m not kidding. I do wish that I was though. Men simply don’t seem to understand that, although we may look “okay” to them, we are not okay to go out in sweat pants, raccoon eyes and the tank top that we went out drinking in the night prior. I mean, I’m totally a girl that doesn’t wear makeup every single day or every single time that I go out, but I do like to look like I am not homeless, thanks. I’m pretty sure I wrote a post about this a year ago. However, Thanksgiving has made me too lazy to link back to that. Feel free to indulge yourself, if you’d like. Let me know if you find it!
Anyway, back to my boyfriend sucking at giving me time to get ready, I went with the ultimate fashion fall piece to hold me over with the basics that I was wearing, and the lack of makeup that I was wearing. What was that, you ask? Faux fur, of course. You all know that I love me some god damn great faux fur. Actually, I love it so much that I think I’ve had some kind of faux fur fashion on me every single day for the past week.
Is that weird?
Hey! At least I’m not killing little bunnies and foxes, deer and… bears? Heck! I don’t even know what real fur is made out of.
I want to know about your Thanksgiving! How was it and most importantly,