Just because I’m losing doesn’t mean I’m lost….
I think I subconsciously have quitted Glee. Like, I don’t even reblog Glee related stuff anymore and if I do, it’s because I don’t want to lose my followers.
Zaczęłam pisać ale jestem taaaak zmęczona…
Short love... tak nazywa się to opowiadanie :O)
Lost 4 pounds on Christmas. Like hell I’m eating chocolate today.
Applying for every job possible now.
So, this is the time in Poland when I start wearing pantyhose under my trousers. My legs looks like polish kielbasa. Literally.
Gonna go find a good and cheep shoemaker because I broke my very new boots. Last one told me I have to buy new zippers, that are really rare and thick (and expensive if he had to be honest) and he will repair them for like 25zł for a boot and I need to change both of them. It’s like, it’ll cost almost as much as my boots when I’d bought them. So I told him he can go fuck himself and I’ll find another shoemaker. Oh my god, can you believe it?
|*my dancing like a zombie that want' to poop to some christmas song*|
|Damian:||What the hell are you doing?|
|Me:||Enjoing my life.|
|Me:||Come join me!|
|*both of us dancing like a dying chicken running without its head*|