Everyday There's A Gossip To Spill

Everyday There's A Gossip To Spill
Everyday There's A Gossip To Spill

Sadly, i won't be one with the crabby handers. (i know, i even surprise myself sometimes)



I manage to sneak down and give y'all a hint that i did not die. But my-oh-my. Look at me?! This is what happens to my face when i am grounded. I have to go back to my manorexia diet. God. My mother just lets me eat and eat and eat. I know she's enjoying..

I need a pep talk.

Do i just look absolutely fugly and guy-ish here?

Cheers!

p.s. And im not even in the mood for a fashion moment. Something's reeealy wrong.