Something told me to go to Dotty Perkins. I just knew i'd find what i was looking for even if it was all in my mind. Perhaps I am psychic after all. This was after my devoted slave sent a text to wish me a fabulous bank holiday (i thought people just slept in on a bank holiday, but i appreciated the sentiment). So i sent a text saying i needed to do shopping but i was feeling lazy.(i was woken up by a phone call from a girl friend at 5:30am and we got cut off right after i sleepily told her im looking for a girlfriend after enquiring about her man situation . Slave-boy immediately said"prepare your list princess,it would be an honour for me to run the errand". Bless him. that's exactly how a slave should be: proactive yet subservient and devoted i told him it was shopping for clothes he couldnt help much could he except look at me and salivate?

Back to Dorothy perkins: I went there on Oxford street, looked at a few items. I was looking for a dress or nice tops and whoaa, i suddenly saw these little black numbers! I felt adrenaline pump thru my system. There was another mauve dress but the lenght didn't seem right even on the rail. I took it anyway and a black number which i thought was a size too big. Tried the mauve. Too long you know my issues with dresses that are half way down a leg. as far as im concerned it should be above the knees or right at the knees.
So mauve was no good. I tossed it aside and tried the black.

sweet lord, you should've seen it hug my flat stomach as it skimmed its way down my curves and rested just above my knees!Have you ever seen an item that whispered, purred sexily, cajoled and finally screamed "TAKE ME NOW!!" at you? this sexy little dress screamed at me in the changing room and I could only manage to hiss an orgasmic "Yessss!".:D problem: it was a size10. It fitted okay in the body except at the boobs. Now that I seem to have a couple of grapes in place of grapefruit(s) for breast, that was always going to be a challenge.

I got out and looked for a size8. Nowhere to be found. I absent-mindedly looked at other clothes and then shoes whilst praying and hoping against hope. Persistence pays I tell ya nestled in the wrong section i found a size8 of the same dress. I took both sizes back into the changing rooms. In the room opposite I could hear a couple of girls screaming at their children to behave. I guess one was about to smack the child because I heard the child scream"DON'T SMACK! JUST DONT SMACK!". i smiled to myself.

That didnt last long though because a few seconds later, while standing in nothing but my thong the very same toddlers(a boy and a girl) brazenly walked into my cubicle. Can you belive it I just stood there and stared back. they left. the mother admonished them again. 5mins later the little boy(can't have been more than 3yrs) idled back into my cubicle He needed a smack then, but maybe he liked what he saw. The Met had better keep an eye on that one

I tried the two dress for more than 30mins trying to decide which one to take. A second opinion would have helped. The 10 felt comfortable but the boob area(where it's meant to hug them ) seemed too big. it was. the 8 was marginally tighter but looked better for holding my grapes suddenly i felt my passion dissipate and so took the 8. Im foolish coz I would have got a 15% discount with a student card. I tried it on again a little while ago at home and it looks grand:p. All i need is a pair of sandals and a rouge lipstick and i'll be well on my way. Never mustered enough energy after that to go to lily whites. Instead i nipped into Mcdonalds(i know, i know Zara had a nice top i wanted, but small was a tad too big. i had to leave it. Damn! H&M: chaos reigned supreme there. Gap was just a gaping hole Ravel, faith and Shuh looked promising but nothing made my blood rush and that meant getting a breather and maybe going back at a later date.But what fun I had, all by my lonesome self. I like shopping alone, that whole group thing or dragging your man along just doesnt work for me. I'll have to post a pic and get an opinion from y'all:p
Oh,I shall take no responsibility for men dicthing their dates when i enter a restaurant in that dress. absolutely not. I already have accesories in mind. soo happy but foolish

I haven't paid my rent, don't wanna know what my bank balance is. Landbitch wont be happy that should teach her for not responding to out texts and phone messages on emergencies to do with her crappy crib! i'll pay it when im ready later in the week

Im skipping college to take a friend to the airport tomorrow. did laundry which i should've got my slave to do. really gotta start making use of him

Dinner tonight: girlled salmon steak, mixed vegetables-peas, carrots,broccoli, cauliflower, roasted pumpkin. 2 glasses of red. Im back on the wagon i guess