Some days I don’t feel like a girl. This was what I told Mr Anonymous when I was going through a mad day. I am back to drinking coffee, but the 9am ones remain unfinished at 11.30am.
Some days I’m required to lift heavy loads, and occasionally, I am also required to be omnipresent–teleportation is passé, by the way.
And then Mr Anonymous was so sweet; he went and got me some roses :))) To brighten my day and to remind me that I am a girl. He’s shy about it and wants to remain anonymous here because the presentation was…too raw. LOL. Well flowers are flowers, I’m not complaining at all. Thank you!
I also finally had time to make an appt for a haircut and perm. I am camwhore-dicapped, still. I can’t take decent hair shots with the phone, so I decided to just screw it and let the main focus be everything else that is attached to the hair instead. Perfectly flawed with late-nights evidence. XOXO