I usually adress the Queen herself wishing that she she would hear me and respond to my suggestions (mostly it happens one time or another) but today - hey - she's not here ( I don't like it as anyone, I have to admit, hehe) - so let us have some fun by ourselves then.
So....let's go!
A girl dressed up all in white early in the afternoon all shiny and blossom - I would think - she's going to a wedding (not shagging around the first corner, hehe). Not the royal wedding because our Queen (or...perhaps - me) has not planned that just yet, hehe.
So, she was invited, attend it and was the preetiest guest there, I believe. She has payed respect to the occasion, some friends perhaps or whoever and retired (for my spanish friends - returned, hehe) home. And then the shit hits the fan!!!
Imagine - some host (that's not a ghost, my spanish friends!) has invited her back to an after party. A person that liked her or - again - whatever. She giggled and was more than happy to shine at some event some more. Well, who can blame our Queen (of anything - for my spanish friends, I mean)?
Yeah OK, he/she/they liked her to be there and she was gone...
Well, we have all climbed a tree and are....crying. It's a tough life. And shit does hit the fan from time to time. We have to be strong. May the force....hmmmm.....
May the Malia be with U! π