Fucked up my $5 tribal print tube skirt from Cotton On. It was too loose at the bottom resulting in that flappy, wind-romper thing at the back so I tried to sew it tighter there. It's not heinous but the skirt doesn't lie as flat on the sides anymore resulting in some lumpy-lumps and rolls around there. I will wear it tonight at Kim's birthday and you can all critique it.
It's kind of weird but I haven't seen a lot of the high school friends I'm expecting to see there tonight in a long time. I have a pus-filled pustule next to my nose on the left side of my face. It will greet them all as they come up to say hello. To these naysayers, my pustule (fondly nicknamed PPP) shall say to them, "Hola, mi amigos! Let me squirt pus on you! PPP!" PPP is also PPP's catchphrase. Copyrighted, mofos.
I just finished a super personal short story yesterday. It's inspired by a crush I used to (still kind of) have except I have taken this crush and turned our "story" into a super fantastical and romantic whirlwind of epic proportions (just think Logan and "I Hear The Bells" on repeat) with a bittersweet ending. I write a lot of these kind of stories based on fantasies and then I have fantasies about these fantasies in which I get married to said crush and they find my story and then they are so moved and touched by my obvious love for them that we fall even deeper in love.
Except, friends, it would go more like this...
INT. COSY BEDROOM. DAYTIME:
Me: What's that?
Flawless Suitor: Your story. I read it.
Me: Oh...
Flawless Suitor: Have you been stalking me? How long has this been going on for?
Me: FS, that's not how it is at all! I love you! I've always loved you!
Flawless Suitor: Well, I'm leaving you and I'm never coming back! I can't believe I couldn't see past your banging bod and super delicious face to that obsessive and stalkery personality you have under that delightful coating!
Me: Please! Don't leave me, sir!
Flawless Suitor: I can't even look at you.
FS proceeds to take our dog, the dog we bought together, and leaves. With my dog. Woofy (or Ducky, I haven't decided yet).
One day, I will live vicariously by actually living instead of through stories and fantasies about stories.
J
About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
1 comment:
Tell PPP I'm really sorry cos I legit didn't notice her(?) there.
Also the end of this post made me laugh.
That is all. My eyes are stinging...I should really sleep off that burger now. (and not wake up at 6:05 tomorrow)
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