Constantly goes on travel sites such as Expedia & Travelocity and begins the steps towards booking myself a luxury vacation because my head is in the fucking clouds and I have no grasp on reality whatsoever? It usually starts by me picking a fab destination, such as Dubai, (the home to the most excessive people on the planet) and putting myself in first class on Emirates airlines and then browsing through different 5-star hotels to complete my luxurious trip. I know this may sound delusional of me (because it is), but can't a diva dream a little???
Usually these vacations end up costing about $20,000 or more, and I always have a huge smile on my face until they for some reason feel the need to ask me for my credit card #. Like what the fuck is that all about?! Can't you just give me that shit for free for being creative in my trip planning dreams? Then I always have to leave expedia quickly because I have this irrational fear that they will somehow charge my debit card and I will have to pay off that debt for the rest of my life. But anyways smooches to me for dreaming of the fab life. I hope it comes true one day.... and if not, y'all know I'll be putting all my prayers forth that one of my friends live the fab life and I will come along for the ride (a.k.a. live in their poolhouse!). Mwahz.
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