I been gone for a min, now I'm back with tha jump off!
As per my most recent tweet upon return from a much-needed disconnection to the digital era, sometimes you need to chill out, kinda disappear for a while when things don't seem to be going right. Its always a good idea to check yourself every once and a while.
I'm glad I got that off my chest. With that bein said.....
So, most recently, I had the most Preposterous experience at a downtown club that shall remain nameless for revenue liablity purposes. Ok, so I had had really long day of riding in the car, scouring the outlet in a frantic effort to prepare the
Princess for this "kidnapping her paternal grandmother had concocted for the next 4 days. So naturally, after being lost on I-26 for about 45 min prior to arriving at the rendezvous point, I was in no mood to get fly and go hang out with the BKs. By no means was I about to punk out, so I sucked it up, found the most faboulous Farrah hair I have ever seen, and threw on a white tee, Levis, and lace platform peep-toe booties. I just put the tee on after showering, but decided I liked the way my breasts looked in it, so I was gon rock wit it.
So, fast foward to the scene of the crime....
The spot was totally lame and the BKs had already migrated elsewhere and returned. As we are all gathered in the front of the establishment regailing the hilarity of tonight's esembles worn by the surrounding less fortunate, our attentions are called stage right by this blinding flash golden gleam. When the light no longer caught the object, we were able to see that it was in fact an oversized gold chain worn by some chick standing in line waiting to emmerse herself in the fuckery going in inside. At this point, our attention is immediately called to the rather large charm hanging from the chain.....BARBIE.
Listen closely, this is where the foolishness starts...
Ok. So at this point, I don't immediately take offense. On the contrary, I was slightly inebriated, so I actually fully utillized the obscenity to my full advantage, and instead, enjoyed the moment for it's nostalgic purposes, and recalled all the wonderful things about Barbie, and why she's the illest chick on the planet. It provided me with both a re-kindeled infatuation with the real Million Dollar girl, AND, perhaps some of the best material for aspiring Bad Bi***es to study and idolize;
Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding... Class is in Session....
I must say i am eagerly anticipating the next installment as I had a ring side seat for the "coonery" we have come to know and expect here in Charleston! This night was certainly a teaching moment and MUST NOT be squandered. The delineation between fashion and foolery must be clearly defined for those unable to identify sensible style and tailor it TASTEFULLY to their liking. I am more than confident in your ability to continue to shine a light on those habitual violators while breathing new life into those dusty pumps, knock off hand bags, and dollar tree lace fronts. Salute
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