Dasha
Walking through the grasses, basking my feet with the mixture of mist, cigarettes and beer; yes, my toes are fresh from pedicure but I refuse to let the ugly side of merrymaking stop me. I am Little Miss Sunshine after all.
Walking through the grasses, basking my feet with the mixture of mist, cigarettes and beer; yes, my toes are fresh from pedicure but I refuse to let the ugly side of merrymaking stop me. I am Little Miss Sunshine after all.
