The only explanation for me suddenly getting so inspired about buying expensive skincare stuff must be that I've got a crush.
Silly isn't it. I also fucked up with shaving my legs, which has nothing to do with my love life, I always do it, I'm not always giggling like a little girl by myself.
And this is just a miserable try to come up with something to say since writing about this joy I am handling right now feels pervert.
I feel sorry for Russia, it's ruined. I also feel sorry for dumbasses for their existence. Sorry.