Tonight I am inspired to write something after I saw my Taylor Swift
poster falling off , I suspect the glue has expired (?) because I have
been keeping it for almost a year. That's the longest relationship I've
ever shared with a poster by far, which is my biggest record in the
romance history of human beings-non human haha.
Speaking of my
poster, I got it as a bonus from her fan-written biography. When I enter
my room it's the first thing I see. Taylor's mysterious gaze and smirk
will come to life then take me to some unimaginable places of my
imagination. After that I will wake up and realize how much of a crazy
person I am who probably needs mental help.Well, so do you, dear
readers. I might have wasted your precious 5 minutes. I forgot to put a
serious warning before this post that this isn't completely worth your
time. Sorry not sorry.
Let's go back to reality..
I totally need mental help before I go on writing
*goes to take chocolate* *eats*
Now
I'm mentally recovered, according to the research, chocolate does help!
So gals, if you ever go through the experience of having talked with a
poster because you can't distinguish real life with imagination, then
eat it and you'll feel better. :)
I think that's it for now, my
poster is calling me to chat right now. Bye bye folks. I hope you won't
miss me. And don't expect me to post something normal soon.
Xoxo,
R
