So I arrived back in NYC yesterday, and I’m already back on the grind. Today I got all suited up for my first day of work. Now, I don’t have anything against suits, but the conditions in which I had to wear them made me want to die. .___.” First of all, it was SO FUCKING HOT TODAY. I woke up at 8:00 AM, and it was already 80 degrees. I walked from the subway station to the building (approx. 3 blocks), and I was sweating. My suit pants were sticking to my ass, literally. I also do not like suits because you gotta wear appropriate underwear to hide that VPL, and well, they 1. are not as comfortable and 2. do not provide enough coverage to keep my pants from sticking to my ass in this humid weather. And lastly, my heels were killing me. I haven’t worn them in a couple months, but still, for some reason, they hurt like hell today. I’m usually so used to wearing heels, but my feet are covered in blisters today. Fuhhhhhhh.

But anyway, learned a lot today. My brain is about to explode.

And look at what I saw on the way to work!

How cute is that? A little girl conducting a military band. D’awww.

Edit: because I give you guys what you want.

My calling was very clear even from when I was little.

Seductress.

/prompts everyone else to post up baby pictures.

Today is my first full day back at home. Yesterday was full of frustration and me just wanting to go home. I’m over it, and I went out with my sisters today. Holy shit it’s so hot here, but it being Nebraska, I must dress more conservatively.

As I promised, more skirts.

As I promised, I wrote something for you guys. No more scandalous pictures of me.

So I was talking to a someone (W) earlier about one of my good friends (S). W and S don’t know each other, and I was telling W how S was raped last year (don’t ask how we got on the subject) and that S refused to tell anyone. She only confided in me and her sisters. She’s sort of young and naive and wanted to put it all behind her, while I told her that she had to tell someone. You can say I’m a bit vindictive, but if someone is going to take advantage of anyone like that, he should get his. I wanted her to press charges, but since our relationship is virtual, I couldn’t be the one outing it for her. I even approached her sisters, and they were just as reluctant. They were all reluctant because they’re still in high school, and they were all drinking and scared of getting in trouble. I was so frustrated that no one would do anything, so I was going to tell my S’s ex boyfriend, who could have done something about it. He still cared for her, and I am personally close with him. The problem was, he had just gotten into a new relationship recently, and it would look like a cry for attention, so I was stuck in between her pride and her well being.

It was then when W told me she would have done the same thing as S. She would have just rather it not come out to the public and hid it. She said she wouldn’t want this business known. I was so surprised. I don’t understand anyone who would let anyone get away with that. Rape is a really serious thing, no matter what coherent state the girl is in. If a girl says no, it means fucking no. The most you can do is ask again. S was drunk and crying, and the guy led her to a room. She thought he was going to try to console her, but instead he took her clothes off. She said no, but being drunk and weak she couldn’t make any physical gestures. I told her that if she didn’t press charges, it would just get out that she slept with him and that she’s a slut anyway, especially since she’s still in high school, and it did. The asshole told everyone that she slept with him. I was so furious and frustrated that she just let that happen to her. I would definitely not have let him get away with that.

I always see those statistics about so and so many rapes don’t ever get reported. I never really understood why. If you were in S’s position, what would you have done?

and I can finally dress how I want. Yesterday’s outfit:

I need to move to a more fair weathered place.

NOW OFF TO EDC EDC EDC EDC. Pictures maybe.

I promise to try to write something substantial soon.

Now off to karaoke~!

Happy Mother’s Day to the woman who blessed me with her good looks and awesome metabolism.

All your hard work and dedication has made me who I am today. Love you, Mommy~!

Also, Happy Mother’s Day to all the girls I graduated high school with, because there damn sure are a lot of you.

Another one of my friends who I consider a little brother took me to his formal. (Yes, he is friendzoned.) While dinner was meh, the dessert was amazing. I also had a lot of fun watching them give out “awards.” My date won the “Hemophiliac Award” for always ending up bleeding at the end of a party. Although douchey, they’re quite a funny bunch.

Here is a picture of me that night.

All of the other girls dressed like sluts, while I dressed Madmen style. Stay classy.

And I don’t particularly like it.  Skirts are so inconvenient and troublesome.  @coolmonkey, I’ll try harder to enjoy wearing skirts.

@SlackerSociety this is in homage to your skirt post. 

Lol and you guys can get a glimpse of my messy room.