not for little boys

I'm an addict. To shopping. Lingerie shopping, to be more exact. Omgwtfbbqorangutan. Of all things to be addicted to, it had to be lingerie shopping. How weird is that?

Do. Not. Touch.

I swear, 90% of the time that I go to town, I come home with a bag of La Senza. That place is pure evvvviiiiiiiiiiiilllll~ They have the cutest panties and lovely matching underwears and at an okay price as well. Although the better quality ones are a tad more expensive, the not-so-good quality ones ain't that bad. Point is, they are cute and that's enough to seduce me to buy them.

Arrrggghhhh!

And the thing is, I have more than enough panties. Can u imagine, I have almost 30 panties including basic period panties, thongs and nice knickers. Wtf. And the most horrible thing is, I am not happy with my panty collection.

C'mon, girls. I'm sure u've all been through ur panty stash and went "Why the fuck did I buy this? Ugh." Then, u feel the need to get more panties. And then, mother of all horrors, ur bra doesn't match ur cute variety of panties. Then u'll feel like, shit, u need to get matching bras! And how on earth are u going to get 30 different bras to match 30 different panties?

*screams*

Yes, girls. I'm sure this is a shitty predicament that plagues at least 95% of the female population. And I'm one of the victims of lingerieholic-ism. Its a new word for ur dictionary, girls. I am great, I know.

Sigh. On a random note, I'm currently obsessed with red. I dunno why; must be the Xmas season. But right now, I simply adore red! I want...

Red lingerie

A red negligee

A red corset

A red dress which looks almost like this, but less slutty, of cos

Sigh. Let me write a letter to Santa Claus.
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Dear Santa, I've been a good girl this year. U know me, I've always been a good girl. But I'm willing to bend the rules a bit if u give me what I want for Xmas. Don't worry, Santa. I'm not going to do anything bad; I'll just sit on ur lap in the red item of ur choice in the above list. And give u a little kiss. And make u the best cookies u've ever tasted. Be rest assured, Mrs Claus will never find out - at all - what u've done. She may be a jealous bitch, but technically, ur not cheating on her. U just got me sitting on ur lap. Miaow~ After all, its Xmas. U deserve a little pressie after all that hard work too.

With all my love,
Babe who wants red stuff.

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Urm. It doesn't sound quite right, does it? Ah, well. Too bad for Mrs Claus then.