Today I was woken up by a call from yssy, who was waiting outside my house and took me out for breakfast and S&S (strawberries and sunbathing) in a nearby park. I doubt I got any tan - after decades of neglect it would take a plasma torch to burn away the alabaster - but bliss was featured prominently.
Tomorrow some cartoon birds better braid my fucking hair. I have come to expect a certain standard.
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Maybe you should first try to make an appointment with them..you know..many princesses are somwhere outhere waiting for new haircut..
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