Proving my point, when I first look at your blog I see a quote from ferris buellers day off. Im assuming you saw this movie on tv in your living room on a leather couch in your parents house I wonder how much debt they are in, or in your public highschool where the 55 year old gym teacher fantasized about your mouth behind his closed office doors. Next I move to your photos. I see 9 photos of the same (white) girl wearing the same chinatown (but your probably from new jersey) 'Chanel' shirt.
who the fuck are you to try and layout a psychological insight to my life? The first time i saw Ferris Buellers day off was in the 90’s as my cousin kerry was curling her eyelashes and getting ready to go out thats how vivid my memory of it was and again what relevance does the ethnicity of one of my friends have to do with anything? My best friends have Filipino/Italian/Chilean/Indian/Jamaican/Greek decent as if that even fucking matters whats wrong with you