I’ve been getting in some trouble for some months now, every time I dress nice… people follow me to my car, stare deeply at me, or accuse me of staring at their man.
Um I just tried to look nice for a change, sorry that me putting more that 10 minutes into my makeup offends people. To try to appease the public (and save myself from swift parking lot murders) I have decided to spice up the old wardrobe:
P.S. This is Christine’s response (which I immortalized in doodle):
Thanks little liquid beanie!
P.P.S. I did stare at him… he was sitting across the table from me. Hey Angel!