I´m sick of all this good girl crap. Now I do not want to be nice anymore, I want to be a bad, wild girl. Whenever kindness won´t take you anywhere, becoming a badass may be the perfect solution. So, therefore:
I don´t say Sweet Jesus. I say The Goddamn –
I don´t say, What´s the matter? I say WTF?!
I don´t make love. I f*ck. And hard (and do not mention the original author of any the stolen quotes)
I don´t cover the roots of my hair. I let it grow wild and fair, as my mood.
I don´t say Excuse me, I say, Get out of my way.
I don´t smell fresh roses, I smell vanilla and wild musk.
I don´t wear pale pink nailpolish or lipstick, but red harlot always.
I don´t read War and Peace, I read Android Karenina and Sense and Sensibility and SeaMonsters
I don´t listen to Dido, I listen to Lana del Rey.
Oh, and I don´t drive a Fiat, but a lavish Cherry Red Citroën C3.
Join me in my new adventures, shall we?