My mom likes to log on to my Facebook account to send herself gifts on Fishville, then she gets really happy about it. Yes, it's beyond Lame with a capital L but she's a mom and that's how they roll. They're there to do embarrassingly strange things that make you wonder how could I have possibly been formed from that?
Brunch at Canton-i in Sunday today. Going down the escalator from the carpark, I saw this Chinese girl with blonde hair, 5000 inch heels, a skirt the length of my foot, 2000 marbles hanging from her ears, a cake of makeup on her face and she walked like a newborn baby deer. It was like watching someone on stilts. Every step was followed by a slightly noticeable wobble & the boyfriend kept taking pictures of her. What makes anyone in their right mind think that dressing like that is flattering? If I smacked her, she'd die on the spot (cause she was like Bambi) but her boyfriend would have pushed me down the elevator shaft.
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