I went to Starbucks to get my usual quad shot of espresso (blonde) over light ice in a venti cup with extra cinnamon caramel cream cold foam (all the way to the top). The sun kicked my healing eye’s ass the entire time. I’m learning that “healing” is not as instantaneous as I may want it to be.
Still, I can see out of an eye I previously couldn’t. It’s still blurry, but I have the full range of vision in my eye, and for that, I am truly grateful.
I’m like really pretty.
I like wearing wigs because they give me a chance to experiment with different colors and styles any time I want. I went blonde one day this week, and then I did this:
Bitch, this is a look.
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I love Daria
Look at my baby.