I’m a very caring person. I care about looking like an idiot in public. My cousin says that I am vain or something along the lines of that, I forget exactly what she says I am. But I’ll admit that I am vain. I am, I’ll admit that but part of me goes out the window on some occasions.
Like running after a dog, barefoot and bra-less on foothill. It’s like an interstate or something but you know, I ran on it bra-less and barefoot. I’m surprised I didn’t get glass cuts in my foot or something.