Wednesday, 7 September 2011
It's my birthday and I can cry if I want too...
And at this rate, I will be. I'm so unorganised. My birthday is on Sunday, and I'm having a party/night out on Saturday, which will inevitably involve too much wine, an embarrassing amount of flirting, half eaten pizzas and a headache the next day. But as far as things stand, I'm going naked. And while I appreciate that my birthday suit couldn't be more relevant on a day such as my birthday, my mum has kindly informed me that going out naked isn't the wisest idea. After all, it might be chilly. And the bouncers probably don't need to see ID quite on that scale...
Ladies, I just can't seem to find an appropriate dress. I want to go sophisticated and glam, whilst not looking like a fifty seven year old housewife. I want to suck in my love handles, accentuate my waist (that isn't looking like too much of a waist right now....), and show a little bit of cleavage, but not enough that says 'come and waggle your pervy face between my breasts'. It needs to be above the knee but below mid-thigh, not too fussy, preferably black (but I'm open to suggestions!), and a little bit flirtatious. I'd quite like to look half-attractive for just one day out of 365!
If you can find me the perfect dress, I will love you forever, as at this rate I'm going to be bald as well as naked on my big night out. If anyone links me a dress that I end up buying, and wearing, I'll be sending my saviour a special, girly party bag in the post, I promise! :)
I will be doing a proper blog post soon. I'm sorry I've been slacking, but Ryan Reynolds has confessed his undying love for me and I've spent the past week cooking him lasagne in a love den.