Burned a hole in my pockets. All of em'. You see people.. yours truly have developed a sick need to purchase things being the typical red blooded 16 y/o lass, (i would also like to imply that the frustration of menstrual cycle contributes greatly to this issue), however insignificant/impractical their roles are in my everyday life. The urge to splurge mutiplies as much the Brangelina's (exotic) kids triples annually. Moving on to.. less pathological stuff , the horror of school is coming to an interim (emphasize on INTERIM please) halt. Whoooopdeedoo. Now.. envisage me in a toothy euphoric grin leaping endlessly on my already creaking bed. There you go. By then i'd epitomize glee [no not the series the bloody noun for language's sake] With weekends and off days my rituals would be grabbing breakfast w/ the lads supplying an adequate amount of humour into my (sometimes).. grey hued life + cinema w/ folks. Girlfriends and i could also use a retreat. Shitload of retreat consisting of sugary delights (enough to add pounds on the cadaverous Kate Moss) and just a good laugh enough to make up for crappy days.
(Thank me later)
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