Hello everyone this is Dark Brows Chic and Dark Brows Chic, this is everyone. She is chic on the left side.
My loyal, early, followers will be familiar with this face but because of recent changes I am introducing her, to the old and new viewers, as Dark Brows Chic because she loves her brows.
We have pretty eyes in this picture.
Dark Brows Chic and I hung out with the Godfather last night.
If you take out any one of us, the two remaining people will still compliment the other.
I also learned not to give my number out to someone I just met at a party even if he says he has a band and wants me to jam sometime. I must listen to Dark Brows Chic and Uninterested Guy’s street knowledge about changing the last two digits of my number… preferably to six and nine, says Uninterested Guy.
Only two people in this family, out of five, like nuts on brownies; me and my Dad.
These brownies failed - they’re not hash ones that’s why (I kid. I can be funny sometimes) - so I only ate the top bit with the nuts.
Nuts, that’s a weird looking word, isn’t it? Nuts.
Bought mango juice at the Sunday Market. It was full of ice and not enough juice. One sip and the juice was gooooone.
![Picture from yestermorning with familia. I was happy the sun was shining.
In case you don’t know who I am, I am girl with white bag and shirt.
[BTW, if you want you can click on the picture to enlarge it because I like this picture. I don’t know, I like family pictures, it’s just this thing I have.]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3kn8eGzyM1qc1dd6o1_1280.jpg)
Picture from yestermorning with familia. I was happy the sun was shining.
In case you don’t know who I am, I am girl with white bag and shirt.
[BTW, if you want you can click on the picture to enlarge it because I like this picture. I don’t know, I like family pictures, it’s just this thing I have.]
I like to visit Dunkin’ Donuts because there’s this guy who works there who, when asked to make a white hot chocolate, moans and groans and says, “but I can’t be bothered,” and I bat my eyes and lean on the counter and say, “pleeeease,” and he moans and groans some more and says, “but I’m so tired and it’s hard making that,” and I bat my eyes and give him a frown and say, “pleeeease,” and he looks at me like he’s saying, “are you serious?” and I look at him like I’m saying, “pleeeease,” but I actually say, “fine can I have this coffee then?” and he says, “no that’s even harder,” and so I smile and he smiles then makes me my white hot chocolate drink with marshmallows inside. I like marshmallows inside hot drinks and at bonfires.
