To Whom This May Concern,
I am going on holiday again, I went Ghana in January it was very hot. I can't understand how even though I am an African. Born in the heat wave of Ghana. I'm telling you, if you crack an egg open on the pavement, it will sizzle up nicely. In view of this fact (in my head lol) I can't understand why anytime the sun comes out, a migraine comes searching for me out of nowhere. Today was a sizzling day. London reach 32 degree celsius, and although my fellow Londoners were enjoying the heat in bikini tops and miniskirts although I could not see the beach or even a swimming pool 50miles away, I still had to witness, "flabs" and "man cleavage" the whole day. *NASTY*
I went to Oxford Street a few days ago. I remember back in the days, when I was somewhere between 15-17 my mum would give me £50.00 to go shopping with my friends and I would come home with so much stuff. But these days that only buys a pair of jeans. Things are so expensive, even items on sale, are not really on sale lol. I got this lovely dress from Jane Norman, It was £50.00, I got it for £25.00, which is a real bargain, so why do I feel ripped off. £25.00 should have been the normal price and I should be paying half of that. I went to Primark to get some holiday gifts, and wow, the gift was a detriment to my bank balance, I am still dreading the idea of checking my statement. How the chuck do I spend £115.00 in Primark. This holiday is really draining me, I always pay with my debit card when I can so that I can trace my money, however, I don't think I want to know where my money went.
I love shopping I really do, but you know when you spot an item you like, and this vulture will be spying on you, hoping and waiting for you to leave it, so they can snatch it! it really annoys me, it makes me buy things I don't want only to return it later. I also hate people cross walking me, especially on Oxford Street, it is so busy and people will be walking so close to you its nasty. Now that it is summer, the shops are so busy, there are people every where and the Body Odour is of the radar.
One last thing, I saw a lot of men wearing those shirts, the V-neck one that shows of the man cleavage. It disgust me. especially if the mans chest is bare meat. I am all for embracing your inner fashion diva, I definitely do, but make sure you are in the position to do so. I went into Aldo and the guys that works there were rocking the capri trousers and socks-less shoes. their ankles were dry and scabby, NASTY.
Anyways, I end here. I am tired, So I think I'm gonna go to bed.
Diary Of A Shallow Black Girl