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[hoboremixour]

Living dead across the street from an expansive, culturally influential high-fashion mall is not just a mockery to a fashion distributor who does not have the income to afford high-fashion products, but beyond that, a constant emotional strain for me. As I try to blink my weary eyes to sleep, I see the twinkling lights outside my windows from the

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[in_motive]

you could drum up interest, youre a sexy bastard

ps since youve moved there youve spent at least double on womens apparell than ive spent on booze :O

pps rich and kilo wanna hang then go to cyber fetish . . . . . richs girl is doin some dancin

emilys goin too apparently, still tho its savage awful so uh i dont wanna go

[hoboremixour]

If you don't like savage, then you don't have to go.
I may go though, out of sheer boredom. If you're not around and if I hear back that it's $2 or something I'll go.

BTW, I seriously think you've spent more on booze than I have spent on women's apparel.
But that's no excuse.
But...when something used to be $30, and now it's $6, and it fits you nice, how can you not buy it? Or when it's originally $128, now it's $48, how can you not buy it?
Goddamnit.

[emilyofartifice]

Ouch, I both loved white, and was a blonde (albeit fake) caucasian. Whats wrong with white? Eewww for peachy orange. What are we retired?

[hoboremixour]

I'm imagining a peachy orange wifebeater top on a tanning-bed-freckled, scrawny bleached-white-haired caucasian.

[emilyofartifice]

Eeeewww. Colour usually looks like crap on me. Even my hair, which I love, bleaches out my face so I have to wear blush otherwise I look so flat. I vote the new colour for the season should be dark forest green, the one thing that I don't look stupid in but can never find the right shade or style. None of this peach crap.