fiel a la chelsea
just as is tradition in CristinaLandofFuntimes, today i spent the morning undoing the mess that has acumulated in my room since October. re-did my closet (again), threw out of Forever 21 shirts stained by mascara and ocean water, did a comprehensive count of still-wearable wifebeaters (down to 3!!!), and reexamined my taste in shoes.
i found some old crutched up shit, as usual, and cried while laughing at old love letters.
while reminiscing about 12th-grade boyfriends and 9th-grade dances, i realized i gotta stop being so hard on the Laguna Beach/Disney/New MTV generations. after all, when i was their age, i was in love with a motley crew of unnatractive and generally douchebag-y suspects.
so now i've worked up a sweat and i need some meat, and a shower plis.
and santiago needs to stop licking the sand off the floor (and my feet). i'm sure not all of it is from the beach.
i found some old crutched up shit, as usual, and cried while laughing at old love letters.
while reminiscing about 12th-grade boyfriends and 9th-grade dances, i realized i gotta stop being so hard on the Laguna Beach/Disney/New MTV generations. after all, when i was their age, i was in love with a motley crew of unnatractive and generally douchebag-y suspects.
so now i've worked up a sweat and i need some meat, and a shower plis.
and santiago needs to stop licking the sand off the floor (and my feet). i'm sure not all of it is from the beach.
posted by Cristina at 9:59 AM
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