Sometimes a girl just needs a little sparkle to get her through the last push of the week, ya know what I’m sayin’?
I’m glittering in the sun like Edward Cullen’s chiseled chest {for all you Twihards out there; the real ones that read all four books in a month like I did, not those movie-watching posers}. The inside of my car looks like Studio 54 when I wear this thing, and I’m pretty sure I temporarily blinded a few oncoming drivers during my morning commute. They didn’t even know what hit ’em.
The other thing Edward and I seem to have in common is our pasty pallor. I think I’ll pencil in some time for poolside lounging this weekend…
What do you think?