There's the sane 'miss goody-two-shoes' me which comes out everyday and then there's the crazy me that throws all the rule books out the door and rocks la familia. It's like good-girl-gone-bad without the bondage outfit and the nipple piercings and tatts.
Think Venus vs. Mars. It's like hate and yoga can't even stomach each other [pls don't ask me what that means because i'm terrible at explanations. So the best i can say is two parallel lines existing in the same box].
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