I don't speak Latin.
I looked so cute. I had my Stuart Weitzmans on and my BCBGMaxAzria dress that I love so much.... Oh and that huge floppy black hat that I bought.
All the boys loved me.
You know, speaking of great hats, I once spent a lot of money on a hat for a good friend that he carelessly lost and was summarily not sorry for it. It makes me mad and hurts my feelings. If ANASTASYA had bought him that hat, he would have treasured it immensely.
There is so much inexpressible rage in me.
I don't want him to be defensive or anything, but that god damned hat.
I can't forget it.
Sure, you could replace the hat, but its the "Oh well, it was a piece of shit anyway" attitude that makes me want to smash his head to pulpy bits with a crowbar.
I love the dude anyway tho.
I'm so tired and I have this goddamn collage due tomorrow @ 11 and..... man, collages mess with your MIND dude.
No matter how good it is, all I see is paper...
I'm excited about the motif project tho. I've been thinking about that instead.
I forgot. I has a mini fridge, a hookah and a fish named Nikolai. After Nikolai Tesla, the Godfather of Electricity.
1 comment:
I got you that fish! I demand recognition! And I'm sorry about the damn hat! It was a year and a half ago! If it makes you feel better, I lost anastasia's scarf and didn't even bother to replace it.
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