A rant

It seems every time that I go into the "Fashion District", I have something to blog about...

Today, I went with my sister to buy shoes and leggings for my trip to Las Vegas (leaving on Tuesday!).

We go into a store and I notice this woman.  She has nice hair (and everything else-including her jeans with a striped top).  She turns around and I naturally direct my gaze down.

I can't help it, okay?

Anyway, I'm totally checking her out and she turns around too quick.

And then she starts boasting about her boyfriend to her mother or whatever the fuck she is.

The shoes in the store don't look good anyway so I just gesture to my sister to get out of there.

As we walk out, she tells her mom that I checked her out.

Safely away from her ears, I tell my sister that that bitch didn't need to spell it out.  I got her the first time that she had a boyfriend.

But later on, I felt like shit.

8/30/13 edit: I'm okay now.  The feeling like shit has passed ever since I came back from Las Vegas.  I suppose I really let loose in Vegas and I saw some Playboy bunnies (one had a real good ass!).

<3