Inspiration from this weekend's wedding outfit. Dead cat scarf?
Now that didn't go well. At all actually. First off we spent an hour in a steaming buss, then at the mansion dio got his ass kicked by felines and since we already have established that even if the poor bastard has the biggest balls ever, literally, he's the biggest wuss.
So Gerhard had to come pick us up, and by us I mean me and my cat and YES i know how retarded that sounds, and now we're back at mine. Thank god for my lovely friend Emma who's saving my ass BIG TIME. Again.
Anyway, I'ma gonna collect some monneeey. TTYL.
I try, i seriously try to get him out of the house but he is scared shitless about it. he kept hiding under bushes and running back to the door of the building and almost screaming. But back in the flat he starts whining all over again... What to do??
OH, Malmö. Nobeltorget, my stinking apartment that smells like catpoo, warm beer and smoked cigarettes. One day has gone by and I've missed you already.
Here's Dio, myself and my new love: Directly imported from beyond retro in gothenburg for the mere sum of 189 kr. There's sparkles, there's colors, there's the exact amount of the eccentric old lady I plan on becoming and there's puffy harem sleeves with stones on them *hard to explain'. Oh, it's fantastic. I think this might be the right dress for that wedding I'm going to in greece next month.
Drunk and happy.
TTYS, like paris would say.
I want a pair of patchwork bellbottoms.