I’m a total heartbreaker. Oh, yes I am.
And I don’t even have to be dating the guy. I will just crush his world and stomp all over his dreams.
I’m rattling about it over at Lux Magazine this week.
I show no mercy. Simply ruthless, I tell you.
This all happened back in February so you might remember it because I’m sure I rambled about it then. But if not, it’s totally worth seeing me, once again, make a complete and absolute jackass of myself.
Click here to see how I managed to jack up some poor guy’s day.
And so those hot chicks that run Lux Magazine will think you like me, leave me a comment over there. And you can totally bash me for screwing up this poor guy’s entire future.
(Not really. I’ll hunt you down.)
(And not in a hot “two chicks rumbling” kind of way either.)
(There will be no jello.)
(What the hell am I talking about?)
Have I told you how much I appreciate you dragging up and following me over to Lux Magazine when they get weak and dizzy and semi-unconscious and let me write for them?
I do. Tons. And there is so much love attached to that appreciation I could easily get sappy.
But I won’t. But I could. Really, I could.
(I mean, y’all make me feel as good as a really pretty bra does. And you know I love me a really pretty bra.)
Then, after you’ve left a comment there…buzz on over here and check out these shiney, sparkly keychains!
(My name is Carrie. My first initial is ‘C’.)
I’m starting to not love Twitter for some reason but you can follow me there.
But for a really good time…find me on Facebook.
Or downtown Austin tomorrow night.
(Wearing a really pretty bra.)