Hey guyyyyyz, my brother is wailing in the corner, screaming for his blankie, now look what you’ve done! Well what I’ve done, actually, I was the one asking the dumb question. Sorry. He’s indeed my baby brother by 2.5years – he’s 19 now. I know, baby doesn’t fit too well with that senile face. At least it was a good-ish fight between older 15: younger 12… (Thanks so much for the comments though, I love you all mucho.)
Oh, but to someone someone who said he looks like he’s in his mid-twenties (!!) but younger than me – are you saying I look late twenties? Sobstory of the week, definitely. (I still love you, Kit)
We went shopping, and I went in those heels. Very funny. At least I could pull off a genuine splat sitdown on the shopfloor + I CAN’T WAAAAAALK so I could get those Aldos without guilt. Temporary guilt, that is. (Buyer’s remorse ETA: 3:23:46)
Oh and here’s one good advice in life. NEVER GO SHOPPING ON A SATURDAY. So I can enjoy the quiet streets all by myself kthxbye.