Skeleton pantyhose, got them.
My dad is shopaholic, it's amazing.
Every girl and every boy dream.
my reality.
On the independence day, the class done a meet u, and the to groups, I came like from a movie.
Simple dark blue-black strapless dress, purse, vans shoes, and in a car, just the car wasn't like any car, it was blue, without roof, and fabulous.
All the guys was like damn what a car, and my friends (that half of them were fake as fuck) gave me compliments.
So, today, pain in the ass.
Have you ever got your eyelids flipped up and out?
Like I didn't knew that optometrist learned a way to torture people like in the Middle Age.
So, I've got eye gel (drops), and the last time the liquid got in my eye from a doctor permission was when I was 6.
It wasn't drops, they told me it was, and it was some chemical liquid (I believe it's acid), and I got only in one eye, I fought so hard, they tied me down and I kicked my dad that held my legs, and slammed my arms on the nurses.
I'm freaking out from doctors, needles, blood, and my eyelids getting flipped.
And roaches, and shrimps (I call them the roaches of the sea), guns, chainsaws, and some kind of deodorant (I'm not explaining), and the soft&easy machines for leg shaving (they sound like a chainsaw, look like a chainsaw, so it's a chainsaw).
I'm a coward in some way.
So, have you met the mid-life crisis, when you go fifty?
So, I'm talking about pre-life-crisis, when you're 40.
And my mom on it.
She's almost forty, and she asks me what I'm hearing and always asking me to play my music in the car.
I' lying \(and saying a bit of the truth), that I'm getting sick of them, and I don't want to.
If my mom would like them, kabam, I'll probably be in pain, I'll just get disgusted from these songs, I'll be okay if she'd like New Religion or Rebel Love Song, Our Lady Of Sorrows, even The Calendar, and Scene 4.
I hate when adults like my interests.
Just hate it.
It's no worse than the friends that copy you, in every fucking thing.
It's one thing to have only one, like or parent or friend.
But I'm having both, and it sucks.
I'm probably one of the worst sisters on earth.
I put my brother and sister in the bathtub, and turned the water on.
I'm just evil.
I got self pleasure from doing it to my brother, and a paper-keeper of Monsters Inc. University from doing it to my sister.
I'm cheap, but I do things that I know that they don't passes the limit.
I have a hipster paradox.
Every girl says "I'm not like the other girls", now, what would hipster say?
I find it interesting to hear the answer.
I can't wait to get the helix, the pantyhose, and the black stud earrings.
I just can't wait to wear skeletons, eagles and sparkles.
So it's late I want to do some private shit and watch TV.
Understand how to make a choker (in Victorian style), and to make it tomorrow.
I just admire people that somehow relates to the word victor.
Just so, for me, victor is a word that describes "old school fabulousity" and Russians.
Bye.
Berries, Survivors,
I hope you'll make it.
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