I'll Tell You What I Want

I stayed up until 1:30AM watching Revenge on netflix last night. Woof.

I was then woken up at 3:30 by the sound of something - be it a mouse, cockroach, demon critter - in a box I had on the floor next to my bed. I cried on the inside, sat on my bed with my Louisville Slugger in hand and stared at said box for 15 minutes. I then spent the rest of my night on my couch. Yippee.

Tell me why when I googled "Gross Critter" a picture of Lindsey Lohan popped up. Dying.

This weekend I was invited to a Halloween party! I haven't dressed up for Halloween in about 5 years and the last time I did I wore a green sweat suit, made a cardboard cut out mask in the shape of a paddle and painted my whole face white so it look like the ball. I was ping pong. Needless to say its been a while since I've done the "sexy kitten".

I was wracking my brain on what to be when I got an email from my GF's suggesting we go as the Spice Girls. You'll never guess which one they want me to be. While I wish you were thinking Posh, I think we both know you immediately went down the Scary road. DING! DING! DING! I have been requested to get my Melanie Brown on and rock some outrageous outfit the embodies zigazig ahhing.

Literally every time I have been asked to be a Spice (oh yes my sweets, this is not my first rodeo) I am cast in the role of Scary. It probably makes sense, I have naturally curly hair that can look like Chaka Khan if I let it, I own multiple leopard belts, scarves, skirts, and shoes. I wear heels so high, I'm most certain some people confuse me for a tranny and I tend to be, well....loud. Yeop. I'd say Scary sounds about right.

Now can I please just have Mel B.'s abs to complete the look?

Dayyyyuuuuuum guuurl.