The Trashy Life

Wherever I go, I cause strife.

Uh! Enlighten me.

So, yesterday, I’ve gone to AnimABC – another event of Japanese stuff and anime/manga.
I spend too many time inside the room we got for BJD, and too little time walking through the event.

Hm.

But that’s when, late on, I found Mr. B – a friend of ours - walking around. After a warming greeting, – were he lifted me in the air resulting in a girl, who walking past us, grabbing my ass – I asked him, more out of curiosity, a thing I had forgotten for months.
“So… have you seen Ms. Target around? I heard he’s one of the staffs.”
He said he had seen him, we made some fun of him, I found $2 on the floor and he said that Mr. Target was kissing another girl, which was apparently a serious affair. Obviously I knew it was a damn lie, I didn’t care much though.
We parted away and I searched a little for Mr. Target. But I found nothing of the ‘dude’s bro from the Japanese ghetto who is neither black or Japanese but dyes his hair blonde’ – haha, that’s the funny description I’ve made up to describe him.

Hahaha, best Mr. Target’s description ever!

It became late, and I had to go back to the BJD room so I could help in tidying up.
There I found the ex-boyfriend of Ms. N, a former friend of mine – former because, even though I still have contact with her, we sort of had a fight. And I don’t have any intention of becoming friends with her again, she’s too much of a liar for me -, he’s a really nice guy. I still had what Mr. B had said to me about Mr. Target on my mind, so I asked the ‘ex’ if he knew Mr. Target.
He responded: “Yes. I know him pretty well actually. I’m a really close friend of his best girl-friend, Ms. A.”
“Really? So can you tell me something?” He nodded. “He was kissing a Japanese girl, wasn’t he?”
“He OLNY kiss Japanese girls.” That made me giggle. I tried not to laugh too hard, and he continued. “And that was one of the things that made Ms. A, his best friend, became very angry with him. This and some other stuffs.”
“Oh… that’s sad… Hm. And if I told you that I kissed him?” I said with a really proud grin.
“Really?” I nodded laughing.
“And I have to tell you, he is not that good. I kissed him a while ago though.”
“When have you kissed him?”
“Hm… about the end of August and the beginning of September.”
“Oh.My.God! So it was you!”
Apparently, he said to me that the other ‘stuff’ that Mr. Target’s friend was mad at him – the kind of mad when you’re not even talking with the person to avoid frustration! – was because he cheated the girl he theoretically was dating – or at least, about to date.
And guess who the girl he cheated with is? ME!

Omg! And what have become of the sucker?

Apparently, some of his friends were mad too. And I haven’t seen him. Maybe he was hiding from me, I don’t doubt that.

Yes, but, did he ended with the girl, fucked all over and so on?

I don’t know. I think so. I believe he’s solo now. About the girl, I have no idea.

Lol. You’re so fucked, Mr. Target!

Totally! But it was really a waste that he hasn’t seen me. I was wearing the world’s shortest skirt – it ended exactly at the bottom of my butt -, and I got a lot of compliments about my, apparently, sexy legs.
Mr. B was one, of the many, whom also complimented my legs. He was like, the fiftieth one who said that my legs are beautiful.

Vanny, you’re good-looking.

Well, never mind. Changing subject, I’ll never understand why people praise my hair color when my hair has this totally bizarre fade-out red color.

I don’t know, I think you look good with faded red. But I know how you feel. People always compliment my hair when it’s horrible. I think is out of mercy.

I agree! But let me tell you, I felt so good yesterday! A friend of mine said that when her mother saw me she identified me as “the beautiful girl with skirt and high heels”.

You are gorgeous, Vanny! Resign yourself.

Yes! But it fells strange to think that I’m in the minority of non-Japanese girls that Mr. Target kissed.

Lol. Mr. Target is strange. But you’re cute, so it was worth it.

Yeah. But my next target is that gay-guy – who is not actually gay – from my college, since I’m returning to it.

Go ahead! You and your blondes…- yep, gay-guy is blond!

Hahaha, at least Mr. Naru – that’s how I’m calling the gay-guy from now on – is not bleached and do not wears drugstore’s contacts lenses.
Oh god, now I’m feeling fierce. Mr. B is telling me that yesterday I was hot, not that he didn’t think that I already was, but he’s saying that it was the day I was most beautiful, ever.

I already told you! You are hot. Resign yourself with that, okay?

Lol. And I even had a pimple on my forehead.

Bah, pimples don’t mean that much. I ended up learning that.

Yeah… yesterday was one of the few days that I looked at the mirror and thought: “I’m not that bad. Actually, I look very cute.”
Oh shit! Not fair, Mr. Target should’ve seen me!

Lol.

And that was the end of my conversation with the most awesome person in the world: my friend, Ms. Lex. Who was graphed in purple.

Hm… thinking about what she said, maybe I am beautiful.

The thing is, that being beautiful does not cancel out those bad hair days, when no matter what you put on, you still look like hell. I think my own image depends so much on my mood, that I’m starting to agree that I am in fact hot.

Handle that!

Despise the major fight I had with my mom and the major melancholy that I felt in the middle of the event, I’m feeling great!

Or better off, I’m feeling hot!

Every now and then, some wreak havocs can, in fact, be really fun.

Sometimes I’m good. But when I’m bad, I’m even better.

Going to eat something,
~Vanny

Ps: It was all the mini-skirt’s fault! And I really do think that Ms. N’s ex-boyfriend is hitting on me.

Yeah… I’m sexy. Be afraid, really afraid.

: D