THIS IS THE THIRD; TURD

Today, I bought a skanky dress that shows off my invisible cleavage of some sort.
I'll give Mrs L a lap dance and get her wet. I'll make her feel how it's like to be turned on by lolitas who are willing to flaunt what little they've got and I'll make her feel like a woman.
I'll make you cringe and I'll laugh at your expressions.
I'll be the Prom fucking Queen and I'll get bounced out for being too much of a skank.
Does it make me less worthy when I wear less?
Does it make me less smart when I don't conform?
I don't mean to do things, things just Happen.
I GET OUT OF MY MIND, MY FINGERS DANCE ACROSS THIS KEYBOARD, I'm not really thinking. I'm talking to both T and Zool while this is being born, Born, Hur hur, wtf. FORMED?
I HOPE I PASS MY ENGLISH, FOR IT SUCKS.

I met E in a big shirt and tights. I looked like a Mutt according to her, or minah, or both- thats umm, disturbing. My shoes were wet when I met her but our conversations kept my attention and I spared no thought or complain for my pruney feet, or rather heels to be specific. (When I was 12, I used to spell Specific as Pacific.)
We met Domo for a few minutes before heading to taka in search for the nonexistent Phuture London.
Headed to Wisma and OH! We found my dress.
We had subway at Shaw and talked about the weather and such. Stephy came to meet us.
She's thinner now, her head shrank, it was kinda weird. It reminded me of.. A cherry tomato perhaps?
MET DOMO AGAIN, WELL, SHE'S DECIDED ON THIS DRESS WHICH I DON'T EXACTLY FANCY BUT IF SHE LIKES IT, I KNOW SHE'LL SHINE SO BLOODY BRIGHT THAT YOU'LL BE BLINDED ON THE 27TH. That depends on how much confidence she has when she wears the dress.

Domo and I took a cab down to Island Creamery. We had 4 scoops of ice-cream in total. Chocolate, Caramel, Red bean and Nutella(which wasn't that fantastic). Other than that, the others tasted Great.
I'd still pick Gelare over it anytime.
Walked down Cluny street. Had fun with the new Doxy (Domo's new camera) and drooled over all the houses.
The biggest, with the huge fountain, the palace looking one, remember? Filled me with both jealousy and pity. The emptiness was felt when we took slow and small steps pass the house. The cars, the porch, the entrance, Everything was over the top and grand. But still there was not full satisfaction.
Today, I had the most exercise in the whole year besides 2.4km which I almost failed.
Shopping, walking, looking at houses and Running like hell back to meet Domo's dad.
<3 THANK YOU DOMOKUN.
I would say thank you in Japanese, except I can't remember.

I WALKED A MILE FOR YOU AND YOU WEREN'T THERE.
IT WAS NOT YOUR HOME, IT WAS ANOTHER.