so the day before like at night i thought gee i don't put much effort into my clothes lately since i've been acting like a such an obese pregnant coke whore you know. which i mean, honestly, i think i'm a good stylist. heck, i wanna leave high school, go college, and be a fierce sytlist and style nylon, paris vogue and be BFFs with carine, style celebs(high fashion WISE!), vogue russia, vogue japan, anthother man, blah blah soooo many mags you know. So let's do something bryanboy likes to call, oh what is it? pictionary? haha yes! bring it bitch!
my thighs are ugly! i swear the spot taking the pics was the WORST! i swear!
more proof that i look asian....
i had a TON of pics but i looked like the ugliest boy in the whole school so i covered my ugly faces and plus my emo photographer has horrible photography skills. bitch needs some classes with steven klein. so why does tony look horrible? because:
a. the lighting was bad and we were in the shade
b. im a ugly model
c. i'm not as fierce as mariacarla boscono
d. friend took many pictures without my consent
e. oh fuck it, tony, you bitch, you're fierce but you were super duper gorgeous and it was too much for the camera to handle
pick and choose my lovers
ps: during this day, while walking to my locker going to 4th period, these 2 black guys were like staring and like laughing while passing them. i mean sure laugh but who wants to be them and wheigh what bog white t shirt dresses the size of texas and weight more than like 150 lbs and like be bald and like look ugly and like laugh weird and like have sweat around your stomache and like not have a girlfriend or a fuckable friend and like have HUMONGOUS cheeks and like not be able to pronounce HUMONGOUS and find the definition and like not be as fierce and thin as me and like not habe this gorgeous talent of dressing but then again the whole school can't aswell. ugh i've had enough. gosh i'm glad i'm a thin bitch. love yah!