No, I did not die, and no I did not meet Hugh Jackman and we finally got happily married. In fact I split up with my boyfriend of 6 years, I had a medical condition that threw me into a big, juicy plump, depression where I could barely function as a human being, let alone take photos of my outfits, which consisted of a draggy sweatshirt and a dash of unwashed hair for good measure.
At that time blogging was starting to be a chore, rather that a hobby. I had a lot of breaking points during that period, some were like in the movies with an epic soundtrack and a strive to better myself, some were just your stereotypical breaking point, where you lie in bed and cry yourself to sleep as days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months, and you soothe yourself with fried potatoes and barbecue sauce, lots of alcohol and bad decisions.
After this period of misfortunes and a shitload of bad decisions, I looked like a mosquito with button-like green eyes,a stable job and freedom. Freedom to be an asshole, freedom to be good, freedom to be everything, because once you’ve hit rock bottom and start digging deeper, and reach China, and all you’re left with is the oil-dripping Chinese fried bread, you start to realize you might as well enjoy this stupid fried bread while you’re down there.
I started gradually to enjoy this bread. I lived my life like every day was the last day. Shockingly most people post quotes on Facebook to live your life this way, but lemme tell you, when you live your life this way people get annoyed.
So yeah, after making a lot of people angry, confused, sad, distressed, disappointed, intrigued and after a bunch of more bad decisions, I thought: “Hey….I miss blogging.. I miss standing in a snowy blizzard with a sequin dress, I missed this stupid blogger version that always bugs out and makes me smash my keyboard, I missed wearing clothes which appaled humans and sometimes their domestic cats, but most of all, I miss my friends. YO guys, this is for you!
All of the people who kept writing to me even after an year, this is for you. I am sorry I did not get back to anyone and forgive me for being a rotten potato, but potato, potato potato…?
Honestly, I have no excuse for this, I just wanna say sorry. *if someone exclaims “aaaaaw” during this heartfelt sentence, please tell me and I will provide you with a potato dipped in glitter.*
Aaaaanywhooo, I missed blogging. So behold, the one and only, worst blogger of 2017 *drums and booing occurs*…… Keit!
*Narrator from the oscars*
“Keit, also known as worst person in the world for leaving her blog, seems to own a dog now, also had blue hair, then purple, then blue and purple again, seems she also has a boyfriend (sorry guys, this piece of juicy pizza is taken), also has a new home and lots of new friends!…Nope, scratch that, she’s a lonesome fuck as always, either way, she’s back!.”
*booing occurs again*
Come on guys gimme a break, lets talk clothes to get those consumerism juices flowing.
I bought this fluffy pink t-shirt from Zara, when I had a sudden urge to waste money on things I CAN NOT AFFORD.
So,I bought the red shiny booties and the t-shirt on a bright sunny day, when Zara’s store in the center of Sofia, was filled with pleasant happy people… Is anyone here believing this?
I swear, at that time in Zara’s was a bloodbath. Women screaming and arguing with the cashiers, men who have sunken into deep depression, cause they wish they had been to the football game, instead of this female massacre, clothes were scattered everywhere and such handsome clothes as well, my heart was bleeding….
I managed to dig my way through the chaos and snatch both these beauties before I loose a tooth.
The boots are extremely comfortable and go with practically any outfit I come up with.
The faux leather skirt with the slit is from Remix.bg, the online second store I’ve mentioned a couple of times here and the one that makes my paycheck cry and commit suicide.
This is a really basic outfit which I would usually wear at work. The weather was extremely hot for 25th of December, global warming seems to be kind towards fashion bloggers *Said Keit while been drowned by an ocean of mutated jellyfish*.
Current hair status is purplish-blue? I wanted to make my hair lavender or unicorn style…… at home, DIY, while my dog was feasting on my legs and boyfriend was shouting how much people suck at his game, alas, initially I got red hair, pink hair, green hair, everything but my dream color.
If you want something done proffessionally, cause you lack basic skill for it, you gotta pay the price, which is 60-70 bucks for the hairdresser. For Bulgaria this is a hefty price, one which I am still not prepared to give away without a fight. I’ll probably try and dye it myself again and then terorrize the Earth with my bald head and prickly eyes. Woopdidoooo!!!!