Shopping lifts me up - like going to the beauty salon! I now chocolate - and his hair a little shorter - start vobschem brush up from the inside (psychologically) and externally (in terms of purchasing a grand krmeov / toners / nail polish / balms for hair / body scrubs), plus - trip to the trainer, from him to the beautician (it still must go, I'm just afraid that I will kill the beautician when she finds out about my perversion from the sun and creams), manicure and pedicure, I'm going to have two months to do - all the time there - it's time ! and of course shopping coupon) and of course, to Liza at Eyebrow. No, dear boys, I am writing this not to show this I'm all pretentious, I wrote these details (which graciously passed the procedure of removal hair on lower part of my body), I wrote all this because in that state of mental and physical crisis, in which I have now been leaving house in the morning (before shopping), no individual male not drew attention to me - at least in the positive sense of term attention. Because so far - all the moral of this story - beauty demands of the victims and also time, money, patience and effort (every)
Peace And Blessings
Feel The Desire
Take My Arm
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