Sunday 3 March 2013

Anuvahood

Hello there :)
I haven't been about In a while, not for any reason other than I am so lazy. I told you this when I started blogging. Plus hash tagging , isn't that infuriating at the moment (thank foook). Anyway more to the point, I don't like being judged.
Okay so this is quite broad, but really? Why should the way other people choose to see me. Reflect what I am actually like. Most people are one look and think omg, I'm to indie and posh for her, blah blah blah. Fuck off? I probably have more generosity in one finger than the whole of their stuck up body. I'm not poor, I'm not badly dressed, I have a bad accent admittedly, but when I choose to, I have a better vocabulary than most posh mother fuckers. So sit down, and lead your distorted stupid life. At least I know who I am. I'm 5ft6, 10 stone, I like wearing hair extensions and eyelashes and I like wearing hollister trackies and vans, but I don't think I'm more important because I can afford these things. And I don't think any less of people (like me) who also shop in primark. Your not any better than me, because you act like you own the joint. In fact,it's hilarious how fab, you think your life is, because you know a couple big words, fuck all of you judgmental fuckers. I look at everyone equally and I make my own judgment after I have an idea what they are like. My best friend is a teenage mum, my other best friend is a Dentist nurse. I give everyone a fair choice.  So next time, you want to judge me, you can take your posh little self the fuck away from me, look at my un manicured middle finger and swivel on is chavy origins. You cunt.

In other news: #danceponydance heheheeee

Emily xo