Amidst the worldwide apocalyptic rage, I found out that bad-ass boots and flimsy dresses could be fun. And that identical numerals of a date is nothing but an amusing repetition — not a sign of the world’s end.
Yes! I survived the September 22nd and 26th midnight apocalypse!
And on top of that, I got to have a ride on this cute purple bike with a basket in between.
Ain’t life sweet?