HEHE! Nisa wrote me a Christmas poem to go with my new layout/icon!
T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even that damn dog that Wendy's roommate owns. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Louis Vuitton would soon be there! (okay, now I forget the rest of the poem, so I'm gonna make shit up). Nisa was tucked in her bed, with images of Hello Kitty and Shane West in her head. Wendy lay nearby, wondering why time passed by. She had been a good girl this year, and hoped that St. Vuitton would bring her much cheer. Almas, Multicolor, Monogram, Thedas, and more! Not to mention the fact that St. Vuitton knew she was a shoe whore! Wendy drifted into slumber, like that pile of lumber in the fireplace. Imagine her joy when she awoke the next morn to see things not to norm! Gifts a more! Not to mention hello kitty galore! But had St. Vuitton made a mistake?? For in Wendy's Keepall's place lay...a...FAKE HANDBAG, for goodness sake! But no need to fret, for attached to the gift was a note, you silly bloat. "Dear Wendy - sorry I couldn't bring you a real LV. I was busy getting you something to your left! LOOK!" As Wendy turned her head, she felt like lead! There stood Ewan McGregor, ready to take wendy on a trip forever! Off to Paris they flew, on a shopping trip, I knew. So as you see, this story ends on a good note. Where else can you get 1. your man and 2. a free shopping trip? Merry Christmas, Wendy!
I love how it starts to...not rhyme...towards the end hahaha. , Nisa!