I was standing outside a chi-chi boutique in a fashionable part of town about to attend a launch of some designer bags (think the artsy-fartsy asymmetrical haircuts and deconstructed outfits coupled with air-kisses and “dah-lings”) when I received a phone call from the BFF. It was news that I had hoped with all my heart that I would never hear. I stood outside the boutique in tears whilst talking to her. At that moment, everything, every single problem I thought I had and agonised over, seemed to pale in comparison.
I indulge too much in myself and the problems that I create. As the BFF would say, “You OWNSELF.”
Love to my BFF.

Max the ghost in my car that makes the BFF squeal in delight
1 comment:
You never bought me my own Max. You ownself have him :S
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