So the first thing I did when I got back to my loft apartment, was round up my gurrls and fully dismantle my Michael Whittakkers shrine. However seeing him again at NZFW made my paws quiver. I couldn't help myself. But I need to get over him. Could this be the last time I post anything about Michael Whittakkers? Watch this space.
SHY GUY!
SHY GUY!
SHY GUY!
SHY GUY!
MEANIE POO.