True Story

Once upon a time, I thought I would look so avant-garde to wear black stilettos at Miri Jazz Festival. Mind you, I KNEW it was going to be on a fucking sandy HOTEL beach but no, it did not dither me and my so called avant-garde-douchiness-self. After trying hard to strut with dignity on the sandy walkway, God decided it would be funny to rain on my parade. Literally. I was soaking wet, cold, miserable, and my feet hurt like mad. Pfft. Avant-garde my fluffy ass.

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