and laugh and cry and many other exultations of joy
the 27th was the anniversary of my aunts death
and my mum got a call
someone, even after 48 years, remembered that little girl for the short two years that she had been alive
and had left anonymous flowers on her grave
it makes me want to smile so widely my face splits in two.
I am also convinced that my sister can fly
And throttle me at the same time
made thsi dress so long ago. It was sitting in my wardrobe calling to me
Eve Wear Me Wear Me!
I'm thinking of possibly making more, then selling them.
Watch'd y'all think?
As my mum has made it very apparent to me that I need to start saving for when I go to uni.
So I came up with the amazing idea of building a shed at the bottom of the garden and living in it.
To which my dad replied
Living arrangements till I'm 60
I found my old jeans in the back of my draw, and they just called ot me to transformed
I got them when I was 10, so I'm quite proud that after all the junk that I've eaten, I can still fit into them. But I was well fat in year 7, so maybe I'm being dissoluded.
Anywho, it had a massive crotchal rip (that's what he said) and I could no longer wear them for fear of flashing.
so I took a pair of scissors to them.
I had quite some explaining to do when my mum walk in on me. Scissors at had, poised for inscion.
She told me that that would take a lot of explaining in A&E
And she used to work there. The funnest story she's every told me, was about some guy who came in with a traffic cone stuck up his ass. Te he, so funny.
te he, I'm to cheap to buy those Chanel transfers, so I'll just draw them on with pen. And then I'll turn 16 and be perfectly legal for inking.
Omg I might be going to T in the Park.
I will seriously wet my self if I get to go.
If anyone else is going, hopefully I'll get to see y'all there.
your comments and lurve are like little biro hearts and peace signs on a faded pair jeans