Neighbour wears Fred Perry. He's a complete psycho who ran out half naked wrapped in a duvet when the fire alarm rang off. But it has nothing to do with Fred Perry. Fred Perry is inconceivably perfect.
On lifestyle. I wish I could learn French. Coz it's nice. Or I wish I could anyhow learn a language I don't need to care about what the heck I'm saying when I'm saying, that nobody else understands. That'd be beautiful. Not Gaelic. I need something more feminine. Or at least nice to write.
On fair trade. Why people bother? Why people do not be the best themselves? Why a country would interfere in another country's business? Why can't we live a simple life? All I care about is nothing but a lovely little sunshine that makes me glow and cheers others up. But I really don't know what a farmer, far away from me, can benefit when I buy a fair trade coffee.
On Fred Perry boys. Maybe they look good, until they start to speak. I'm not so sure. I can appreciate them from far away. I genuinely enjoy people watching. Fred Perry is inconceivably perfect.
The best. xo
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