Justine

For some bizarre reason, I've been showing a lot of leg lately. Could be that I now spend most days in the wilderness. Shorts are ideal for the wilderness. (I am attempting to write about fashion.) I have mixed feelings about high waist shorts, though. They take too many years off my age, which I'm not sure is always a good thing.

Moving on, let's talk about my tank top. Oooh, horizontal stripes...... What a steal! I can't do this.

Anyway, my mom decided to stop giving me my allowance last week. I can't find my way to the truth. She might as well have confiscated my oxygen at the same time. A friend of a friend has been paying for my meals and transportation. Well, indirectly, anyway. I sold her some of my old stuff, and used the cash I got to get around.

I think my mom is hanging out with the wrong crowd again. The last time that she'd hung out with the wrong crowd, she hid our shoes around the house when we didn't return them to the rack. And then, when we didn't put our clothes into our closets, she threw them out into the garden.

Nagging is not a motivational tool.
Screaming is not a motivational tool.
Throwing porcelain plates is not a motivational tool.
Having only the right- side to your shoe is a motivational tool.
Having no clean clothes is a motivational tool.
More recently: Having no money is a motivational tool.

Spent an hour yesterday working on my avatar for Twitter. You know what they say, your avatar is a window into your soul. My avatar is currently giving off Freakazoid vibes, so I might spend another hour (or 2..... Or 3) working on it today.

Have to go now, no proper sleep all week. Good day to everyone=)

Ps- Dearest Lisa, even though you are undoubtedly the apple of my eye, I might have to start charging you for my alteration services, if I do not see the light at the end of this tunnel soon. (I didn't know how else to tell you, so I thought I'd let you read it for yourself.)