Well...
I better not tell you about my wardrobe, then.
Otherwise you'd drop dead out of pity!
So... let's get started with that, then!
=P
Basically, I have 10 t-shirts, two polo shirts, two fancy shirts and one blazer.
Two jeans and two fancy pants.
Oh, and two sets of pajamas.
Besides socks and underpants, that's most of the clothing I own.
And I'm not low income either- my mother and sister are constantly coming home with new outfits, or makeup, or whatever.
Neither are they stingy,
it's usually,
"Hey! You need any more clothing?"
"Meh... I'm fine."
I thought about business just as I considered and took research as my first major.
Only I realized that the american dream of going to college, graduating, getting a job and being successful, getting married, having kids, they'll move out, I'll sit back and eventually retire... blahblahblah...
would end up with a very miserable Nadikins.
But, I did manage to figure out where I really wanted to go,
and actually standing up for it.
Oh...
I ate some coconut cream candy bar,
and I'm feeling better!
I knew it!
It was ******** diabetes again.
Hey!
Next time I get all paranoid and depressed...
Tell me to go eat a cookie or something before I slip into a coma
>.>;;
I better not tell you about my wardrobe, then.
Otherwise you'd drop dead out of pity!
So... let's get started with that, then!
=P
Basically, I have 10 t-shirts, two polo shirts, two fancy shirts and one blazer.
Two jeans and two fancy pants.
Oh, and two sets of pajamas.
Besides socks and underpants, that's most of the clothing I own.
And I'm not low income either- my mother and sister are constantly coming home with new outfits, or makeup, or whatever.
Neither are they stingy,
it's usually,
"Hey! You need any more clothing?"
"Meh... I'm fine."
I thought about business just as I considered and took research as my first major.
Only I realized that the american dream of going to college, graduating, getting a job and being successful, getting married, having kids, they'll move out, I'll sit back and eventually retire... blahblahblah...
would end up with a very miserable Nadikins.
But, I did manage to figure out where I really wanted to go,
and actually standing up for it.
Oh...
I ate some coconut cream candy bar,
and I'm feeling better!
I knew it!
It was ******** diabetes again.
Hey!
Next time I get all paranoid and depressed...
Tell me to go eat a cookie or something before I slip into a coma
>.>;;