Balenciaga F/W 2009/10
i think sometimes i can really hate my parents but it’s because i know that i can never really actually hate them if you know what i mean?
like this completely has nothing to do with hating them, but for example i came home tonight from dinner and drinks with my mates and my mums asleep all diagonal across the bed and my dad is watching jimmy hendrix videos on youtube and for some odd (probably drunk) reason it was just a nice thing to come home to.
then my dad starts chatting to me about these old blues singers fully aware i have no clue what he is talking about and i reply as if i know who he is on about, completely joking and that’s just a running little joke we have and it’s just a nice thing to come home to.
hope you’re all happy where you are.
had a stinker of a day at work. a man came in and was so rude AND THEN insinuated that i was an idiotic bimbo by asking “you’re not blonde are you…?” so i gave a real mean ol look and said “what do you mean!
?” seriously hate people sometimes.