Wake me up when September ends. Flattery won't feed me, especially when served on my full plate. When is too much considered too much? For now, you have to stay calm. Get some rest. Tomorrow is another day. I cannot wait.
"In a season of SPLIT PERSONALITIES - moody intellectual by day, WILD CHILD by night - evening calls for SHOWGIRL-esque EXCESS: strobe light-loving sequins, MIRRORED CLUTCHES, patent booties and LACQUER BANGLES. After all, on the dance floor, EVERYONE'S A STAR."
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