I know I know. Some of you have written me with letters of worry and doubt but here I am. Over the past 2-3 weeks I've been kind of taking advantage of it. Ran into a lot of personal issues and endeavors I never thought I'd have to deal with in this manner. Working out the kinks and bends and testing myself as a human being is a lot for me to take in at once. Which is why I've come to the conclusion that I am an alien with girl parts. Letting people go, asking people to come back, it's just a lot over the past couple of weeks. Don't get me wrong. Fashion is always on my mind, which pisses me off sometimes. I did go intense shopping in DC a few weeks ago and was totally flat broke from it. I'm actually rethinking my decision about these AA pants I bought (yes guys, pants) so if I make up my mind to sell it I'll post it on here before I post it on Etsy. Bought some awesome high rise shorts from UO as well. I technically only bought like 4 items and that was $170. What the fuck.
But on a serious note, I'm going to try revamping this thing. I've been so distant with people and obligations that I almost forget everyone else exists. Haven't been eating as much. Haven't been sleeping at all. You all will eventually get to know a lot about me but there are a few stories that I will never tell about. And if you know of them through someone else other than the ones involved, then shame on you because it's none of your business. There's a few stories that ruined me and ruined my love life and etc. I experience ridiculously horrifying nightmares at night, which is why I can never peacefully sleep. Lately I've been getting decent sleep. Tolerable dreams. I just want them to cease. I've been trying to sleep in my own bed again. I've been sleeping on my couch since my cousin passed. But the key word throughout this whole blog entry is try. Or trying. Or tried.
Work is getting harder and harder. Can't hardly wake up on time for work. Overworked to the max. Easily distracted. Ladders falling on my chest. Falling off ladders and hitting my face. Hammering my finger to the wall on accident. Running shoulder first into a face out bracket. And dousing myself with clothes that smell like rotting vagina. Placing 70 of one oversized silk blouse that no one wants versus 6 of these fitted micro dot tiered dresses that everyone will want. But hey, at least I have some awesome co-workers that don't make me feel like a monster like everyone else in the world. Oh by the way, NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS. What happened and what I did years ago has nothing to do with you so why don't you divert your attention to yourself and the process of growing up and maturing than what this little asian girl down at the beach is doing?! Seriously. Oh and another bee tee double you, made a new friend that likes to say goodbye with a peace sign. Here ya go, friend ;D
This may not be a clothing-related post, but I just want to say that I was okay to those that asked and that I still think of this blog and that I still love you all. Well, most of you all with good intentions.
But on a serious note, I'm going to try revamping this thing. I've been so distant with people and obligations that I almost forget everyone else exists. Haven't been eating as much. Haven't been sleeping at all. You all will eventually get to know a lot about me but there are a few stories that I will never tell about. And if you know of them through someone else other than the ones involved, then shame on you because it's none of your business. There's a few stories that ruined me and ruined my love life and etc. I experience ridiculously horrifying nightmares at night, which is why I can never peacefully sleep. Lately I've been getting decent sleep. Tolerable dreams. I just want them to cease. I've been trying to sleep in my own bed again. I've been sleeping on my couch since my cousin passed. But the key word throughout this whole blog entry is try. Or trying. Or tried.
Work is getting harder and harder. Can't hardly wake up on time for work. Overworked to the max. Easily distracted. Ladders falling on my chest. Falling off ladders and hitting my face. Hammering my finger to the wall on accident. Running shoulder first into a face out bracket. And dousing myself with clothes that smell like rotting vagina. Placing 70 of one oversized silk blouse that no one wants versus 6 of these fitted micro dot tiered dresses that everyone will want. But hey, at least I have some awesome co-workers that don't make me feel like a monster like everyone else in the world. Oh by the way, NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS. What happened and what I did years ago has nothing to do with you so why don't you divert your attention to yourself and the process of growing up and maturing than what this little asian girl down at the beach is doing?! Seriously. Oh and another bee tee double you, made a new friend that likes to say goodbye with a peace sign. Here ya go, friend ;D
This may not be a clothing-related post, but I just want to say that I was okay to those that asked and that I still think of this blog and that I still love you all. Well, most of you all with good intentions.
Avec beaucoup d'amour,
Yeye
