A Trixie with a beer is a defective Trixie. Well, that’s fine with me. I don’t drink appletinis. I like wine, though. I also enjoy sunglasses which are too big for my face, specialty kitchenware, Chads in pink polos, soy chai lattes, and going out for breakfast wearing the same clothes I wore out last night (it’s the new walk of shame).
Olive and I are oh so punny. She loves Cute Shoes, but Ivana Mansteak.
I guess that makes me the slutty Trixie.
Ladies Is Pimps Too (and other tales of two Defective Trixies) 