So many hopes, so many dreams, so many gifts under the tree. Needful things and passing whims and fleeting bits of luxury. There they wait for to surprise some eagerly awaiting eyes. But, at that very moment, time starts counting down to their demise. For every dearest, darling prize will hear that chilling, thrilling chime and become unwanted toys, for everything must break in time. All will end up in a cave, a landfill, or a shallow grave. The Earth will take what she can take and wretch the rest up in a wave. Poisoned is the Earth for years, from all the trinkets we held dear. So spare the Earth this holiday; give love and friendship, hope and cheer.
you are fucking obnoxious. I understand that you have an obvious height problem, but that does not make up for the fact that you trampled on other people’s feet - including mine. FOUR TIMES. do you not understand that that fucking HURTS!? all the other girls had the decency and the common sense to take off their shoes before dancing but noooo… you kept yours on. I seriously wanted to rip your shoes off and stab you through the eye. my friend told you to take the damned high heels off TWICE, but apparently you need hearing aids, you’re selectively deaf, or maybe you’re just a self-centered bitch. either way, next time, learn to walk, or don’t come on the dancefloor at all. nobody enjoys having their feet shanked. or grow a few friggen inches and take the damned shoes off.
somebody who loved having her feet impaled multiple times enough that she decided to blog about it.