Iris.
Artificial strawberry candy.
"Beauty queen of only eighteen she had some trouble with herself."
Here lie the scattered thoughts, loose memories, and distant remains of a bygone me.
Iris.
Artificial strawberry candy.
"Beauty queen of only eighteen she had some trouble with herself."
Here lie the scattered thoughts, loose memories, and distant remains of a bygone me.
It’s surprising that I went out twice this weekend, considering that I haven’t gone out in a good two weeks. I realized going out is a great way to relieve stress (not in the “drink away my problems” sense though—that never made any sense to me), because then the next day you are actually productive and not grumpy at the fact that you have no social life.
It’s also incredibly fun to mess with people when they’re drunk, but maybe I’m just twisted like that.
I feel so sorry for all the girls who decide to wear heels out. Why would you condemn yourself to that torture?
Sexy costumes are prevalent. If you are wearing lingerie and mouse ears, you’re a weirdass prostitute, not a mouse. Though some people did have very clever and punny outfits. I saw one girl with a horse head helmet who had a sign on her chest that read “Sarah Jessica Parker.”
Happy Halloweekend!~