Vogue, November 1950.
"Hello, is it me you're looking for?"
Hi Lionel, I love to meet you someday. But for today I only long to see the sunlight in my hair and getting actually sun-kissed instead of using the out-of-a-bottle solution a thousand times.
May wanted to go on a vacation and instead of trading shifts with July or August, the bitch convinced October to switch. Let's say he's doing it with conviction. Cold temperatures, pouring rain, freezing wind; it feels like we're in the midst of fall in Belgium.
But let's stay positive.
My moving abroad dreams and visions about marrying a very rich man, like Leonardo Dicaprio (that man just has to settle once...), that maintains my new life overseas are getting so much easier to defend to total strangers.
It's pseudo fall, so you can pseudo act like it. Daydreaming, drinking hot chocolates and eating casseroles (can't do, may challenge), staying in your pajamas all day, staying in bed all day, catching up with all tv-shows and magazines and keeping up with the "new in" pages of all online shopping brands, which ultimately totally sucks. Because what's fun about looking at pictures of models wearing the bikinis you just bought (look and drool) instead of wearing them yourself with sunny weather?
Sometimes a positive attitude is so overrated.
I'm off switching my breezy May personality into my dark October alter ego.
Okay, taking that goodbye back, October-me is too grumpy for that.