Lisa

Yes, I have some bad habits. Too many to list actually. Yet I'd have to say my worst so far this week (mind you its only Tuesday morning) is coming home from my night shift tending bar - dead on my feet - and heading straight for my sanctuary. My bed.

Without a shower.

It's not because my ass stank from sweating all night in my skinny jeans, that my feet were more than ripe from running all night in my vintage Tony Lamas OR that the stench of the human ashtray I become after 9hrs soaking in all the 2nd hand smoke has now soaked into my bed sheets...

BUT because I decided to wear my favorite Lime Crime Red Velvetine Lipstick lastnight. (My red lips always make me feel strong & sexy!) Totally on fleek and always fabulous!! However, waking up with your red lips all over your fave comforter is NOT so fabulous. Good thing about being single...theres no one here to give two cares. Or one.

I will say the best part is laying here laughing about one of my customers, whom we shall so appropriately refer to as "Ms Cougar", asked if she could try aome some of my red lipstick after 6 glasses of wine. I warned her. It was obvious she didnt heed my warnings when she returned to the bar with her lips AND the outer brim red as a rose...a Sharpie rose! Hahaha!! Everlast has nothing on #LimeCrime. 

Move over Maybelline! There's a new bitch in town...

Now. To go wash my dirty little self.

Lisa

Such a funny thing to get back into blogging and find what you attempted to create nearly four years ago...

So much has changed (kids are older, I might be too...just a little...drastic career change)...yet not so much different on the romantic scale. Eh, its quite possibly UNwritten in my stars or I just keep picking the same fruit from that bad tree.

Hmmm lets recap...was engaged, broke that off. Met a bear cub. Fed him for a while but he was too wild (even for me) and not housebroken. Hell, I think he was still shittin' yellow!! Oooh, caught myself an Arabic prince. Treated me like a queen. Until he caught himself a case of the herpes. Distracted my broken heart with occassional rendezvous & road trips with my "Patriotic Fishtank". Got rescued from a drunk John Wayne by a tattooed boy in blue. Turned out to be an oversized "BOY" who couldn't reacue himself!...(don't worry we'll cover that douche bag in a later blog) and now? Well I'm still kicking...& screaming!

Back at it again.

Wild Child on a Road to Nowhere.

LG

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