Mirror, mirror on the wall...
Todayyysss, I'm wearing my purdy denim skirt and my black H&M plaity-bordered, floaty top thing. And my racy-lacy penneys tights. Gotta love de Primark. I do truly adore these tights. They're so sexual. My skin is really crap lately. I have these two spots right on the border of my upper lip, directly symmetrical to each other like some gay type of angelbites. I need to get healthy but the aldi brand junk food always screams my name. I need more food willpower. But none of that. I need a cigarette also. Might bum some today or dip into my savings. Trouble with owning my own pack of cigs is that I'd get caught so dang easy. I always act suspicious. Like the day I sneaked to town, I came home all James Bond. My ma went 'Want some gum?' in the car on the way home and I was like 'What? No! What are you saying? I'm a good girl!'. Fail Lucy is fail; Danny hasn't blogged in yeaurs. Little whorebag. Not really, btw, in case people take it seriously and start off with those 'BLOGS JUST CAUSE FIGHTS *cry cry*' blog posts. Grr FU to you haterssssssssssss. <3
Well, hello thereee. Haven't blogged in a while. No comments loike. Faaaiill.
I've put my bloggedy blog on loads of those blog directory thingies but to no avail. The magick drags down like un anchor. Teeheehee. Lucy didn't go out yesterday, because Ash and Missa weren't going out and I would've been stuck with people who hate me which... isn't my ideal backdrop tbh. Went to the disco.. *finger lifty dance nerd thing*. It sucked like a Dyson. Me and Ash knew like nobody so we trailed around after Lowa and Fiona like STDs and tried to take pictures of them and random fellas swapping spit. I met 5 people. Which is an All Time Low (I got your pictuuuureeee..) for me. 5 ugly fellas, dare I say it. I really don't want to go. I looked horrible and over-dressed and ew braces and the place was sweaty and gross and most of the third years were locked and the rest were just first years. Some phitty was grinding on Fiona and this gorgeeeyyyy boy was chatting Ailbhe up and I was like waddafuck whydoibother because Ailbhe the recluse pulled and LUCY DIDNT. Thank you, Mr. Gene Pool, bad teeth, and tempting fatty foods.
X -Factorrrrr. I'm totally xdicted. I was like OOH JOHNANDEDWARD who I used to hate but have grown oddly fond of which is truly peculiar. Still fap to adore Danyel Johnson. Mmm Mmm Mmm. Big fucking whoop that he's bi, y'all should be thankful that he shares and cares. Look at that: (fap fap fap)
Todayyysss, I'm wearing my purdy denim skirt and my black H&M plaity-bordered, floaty top thing. And my racy-lacy penneys tights. Gotta love de Primark. I do truly adore these tights. They're so sexual. My skin is really crap lately. I have these two spots right on the border of my upper lip, directly symmetrical to each other like some gay type of angelbites. I need to get healthy but the aldi brand junk food always screams my name. I need more food willpower. But none of that. I need a cigarette also. Might bum some today or dip into my savings. Trouble with owning my own pack of cigs is that I'd get caught so dang easy. I always act suspicious. Like the day I sneaked to town, I came home all James Bond. My ma went 'Want some gum?' in the car on the way home and I was like 'What? No! What are you saying? I'm a good girl!'. Fail Lucy is fail; Danny hasn't blogged in yeaurs. Little whorebag. Not really, btw, in case people take it seriously and start off with those 'BLOGS JUST CAUSE FIGHTS *cry cry*' blog posts. Grr FU to you haterssssssssssss. <3
Paramore soon. And Halloween. Need to find cunning plan to go Ste's and smoke and lesbian sex. And I need to make my costume for school. And I need to dry my hair. HAHA.
There go my whole twenty euro year's savings. ;P
Lucy
xx
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