I'm so excited to leave for Berlin today, currently at the airport in full insomnia since I literally got no sleep last night due to what I'd like to call a "minor flu, but i'm not sick I just feel like i want to die". (If I had even stuttered the word flu from my mouth my mom would of hid my passport in an attempt to keep me in Paris so she could funnel soup down my throat...not happening, sorry.) Being sick is all in your head right?...right?
Philip Charles has already left me for Bordeaux. I can only imagine the stupidness that's going to occur New Years Eve down there... I remember his friends when they use to ask me for rides on my scooter to get somewhere. I use to be cool, now I'm just Philip Charles's big sister, that has a weird blog and plays in a kid's show...I think thats pretty cool, but I might be wrong. Regardless Philip Charles and me had an amazing time two days ago! He made fun of my thrifting styles, as I did of his size choices. I pick out the weirdest items and use "cool" as my #1 way to describe everything and he shakes his head and ignores me or calls me weird, though I prefer the latter.
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