Beautiful Boys

Over my latest meal of Halloween candy and guilt.
Guilt because i ate at least fifteen crispy crunch bars.
washed down with diet lemonade.
great meal.
can't eat for the rest of the day......
and by day i mean it'll be at least a week before me and food are on good speaking terms.
so.
might as well finish the box.

it is the attitude of a fat person.
but i have a binge eating problem.
it's unattractive.
Anyway
while i ate an exceedingly large box of Crispy Crunch i had time to think about a certain Beautiful boy.
now just so we are clear here. I am not boy crazy.
i like to think as boys more like objects.
it's the shopper in me.
Anyway
i happen to spotted a certain beautiful one walking downtwon awhile ago.
i was stunned.
he was gorgeous,
we're talking a find as rare and precious as Prada bag at a second hand store. mint condition
tags still on it.
but the poor fools sellling doesn't realize  the meaning of  Prada so she's selling it for $25
this guy was a limited edition Prada handbag.
this guy was a classic Givenchy dress.
Hepburn style.

This guy was almost beautiful enough to be Chanel.
anyway
it happened like he was there and then he was gone.
Now it appears luck is trying to be cruel.
i keep getting glimpses of him from afar.
and literally every time i run into him i am hungover to the point where all last nights make -up
is still crusted on my face. my hiars in a troll bun and i'm not sure whose clothes i'm in.
the only reason i leave my house on mornings like that is generally because i'm still drunk and feeling social.
or because i'm trying to shop to fight off the hangover pains.
or there is this triple chocolate cheesecake that i love when i am hungover.
regardless. it's an ugly picture.
and it's clear to me that i am being punished.
by something exceedingly cruel and  vengeful. but thats okay.
because cruel and vengeful are my are my specialty
and i want that Prada bag