So I've spent allot of time coughing flem up (hahaha i can hear the eeewws...) avoiding people and shopping at Topshop (just baught a killer Dress) and reading this new amazing comic called Kingdom Come. I cant start as to where my excitement came from, but when i stepped into the comic book store took that deep breath as im not that typically gal you would be finding reading comics...i braved my way up to the counter met by an old Hippie that looked just like the dude out of that 70's show...the one that gets the stash for Hyde, and said "ehm do you guys have kingdom come" he must have been fried cuz he didn't understand a word i said, then again ive been told that i talk with a far to low voice that nobody really gets what i say....
Another gentleman preceded to help me got me the comic....i was shaking as i held it, my body was instantly covered in sweat. Holding that comic would by far be the best sexual experience that i had.
I rarely smile so when i received it i was smiling so much my freaking cheeks started to cramp...as i stepped on the bus on my way home i even started to cry as i was on the phone with my sister filled with so much joy....
I am pathetic and i know it, how i let measly things like a comic exit me more than life itself....its just that these superheros give me hope, I cant explain but it gives me the same effect as it did to the men that first read them in World II, i time of great depression and lost hope....
Playsuit - Topshop
Lace pants - Topshop
Wedges - Office
Bag - Cheeky Buddha
Blazer - daddy got it for me
Ring - Topshop
Bracelet - RagFreaks
......Oh and i tried on these pair of pink harem pants....dont know if its a look for me, love the colour but i doubt its something ide be able to work around my closet