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1400 word essay + 3 hours sleep + Moscato
I HOST THE INTERNET. (Wow that's a terrible photo.)
Today... uh... my brain was numbed. I seem to recall pretty ladies in fancy dresses munching on tasty macarons and drinking anything within reach. The smell of rain, perfume and blackberry liquor. Bows, cat ears and so very much bling. Being shocked and dismayed that no-one ended up gluing the vast array of confections to rings and necklaces as I had been expecting. The concept of strings of brightly coloured popcorn being so rori.
To those delightful sirens who may or may not exist purely within my imagination, I send my love.
Also, I just rubbed my still made up eyes and now I look like I've been fingerpainting with condensed charcoal.
Today... uh... my brain was numbed. I seem to recall pretty ladies in fancy dresses munching on tasty macarons and drinking anything within reach. The smell of rain, perfume and blackberry liquor. Bows, cat ears and so very much bling. Being shocked and dismayed that no-one ended up gluing the vast array of confections to rings and necklaces as I had been expecting. The concept of strings of brightly coloured popcorn being so rori.
To those delightful sirens who may or may not exist purely within my imagination, I send my love.
Also, I just rubbed my still made up eyes and now I look like I've been fingerpainting with condensed charcoal.
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Autograph time!