“Getting Lucky” For Her Ain’t Luck, It’s Just Naming A Price

She’s got a lot of issues,
Like any good magazine.

Miss, miss, miss, miss, miss, miss, miss, SCORE! Go fuck yourself if you can’t talk to me like a normal person. Like  a normal person should be treated. Why did I have to start looking at LookBook again after all this time? It and Tumblr have sucked me in big time. All I want to do is write write write … then look at hipsters posing in their mix of op shop/H&M bought outfits. To be quite honest I’m glad we only have Myer. Frequenting more shops than Review or Dangerfield would be too time consuming. As much as I love shopping… I don’t like shopping for myself. I never have any money, and I don’t have the right frame (fat fat fat) for any of the clothes I would pay a super amount of money on. Some people thought I was crazy spending $600 on my formal dress. In someways they have a right to think that, but stfu, it was my night, I wanted to have it as close to perfect as possible. And it was, I got every single fucking thing I wanted out of that night. Even with stupid hatin’ ho’s trying to ruin my night.

I’ve almost finished my major assignments. They’re coming along nicely, and obviously I haven’t been kicked out… as yet… So I’ma roll with it.

Anyway, I found something on Tumblr today and it made me laugh…

Hipsters: In reality, there’s nothing in those messenger bags they carry. They just like wearing them.

Over and out.