Playing games.

Work was so quiet tonight that we dressed one of the girls up as Pocahontos. Feather head-dress and everything. Then we built outfits for Cruella De Ville (lots of furs) and a robot (silver lame and sequins). I love my job.



This is turning into a bit of a fetish...

I have a really bad feeling inside, right through to my bones.


Tension. Thick. Knives. That kind of thing.

Heart eyes.

Boys, grow your hair.

"If she were a president, she would be Baberaham Lincoln"

Yaaaaaay i finished my jacket/ran out of studs. I want to add more to the cuffs and shoulders but for now, i'm rockin' this.



I've already decided that Al and i are dressing up as Garth and Wayne, respectively, for Halloween this year.

Age old.

My mam and dad met each other when they were 14 years old. That's a long fucking time. Out of all the people i've known since i was 14, i couldn't imagine spending the rest of my life with any of them. What is a lonely feeling.








My dad was such a hippie. Long hair and patched denim flares.

D.I.WHYYYYY

I finally found the perfect sized studs for my leather jacket/denim vest/every other piece of clothing i own, so i went a bit mad and bought FORTY of them. 25c a pop too, that's pretty pricey but it's all the cash i had on me.

My fingertips are crying out for me to stop but now i've gone too far to quit. Hells bells.

This is a gift.

I just booked my flights to LA and Vegas, in July/August. I'm super excited. Words cannot describe. I'm itching to pack already...

Sucker.

This is why i'm constantly broke. Who needs a real leather waistcoat? No-one. That's who. But i, clearly have issues. I'm a sucker for anything leather.

On the other hand, this American Apparel deep V-neck tshirt was one of my wisest spends recently.
I'm getting so much wear out of it. It's like an XL, so it looks so good tucked into a bodycon skirt or all baggy over my leather leggings.

Value for money makes me feel a lil' bit less guilty for my guilty pleasure splurge.

All work and no play.

Having a day off with no-one to play with is the most boring thing on earth. I baked lemon and raspberry cupcakes, which were burned a teeny bit, much to my dismay. But then my chocolate chip turned out super! How sad that this was the highlight of my day. That, and i've lost 3lbs. Nice one.


I went to see Coraline with my Dad this evening. It was so good, but i still hate Teri Hatcher. I wish i had buttons for eyes. They even lived in my big pink house!

London Town.

I went to London for the weekend to visit my good friend Siobhan. Out trip mostly involved sunshine, pretty dresses, Richmond menthols <3, and me walking into the wrong bedroom, in the wrong apartment, on the wrong floor at 5am and having some freaked out Asian girl throw her shoe at me.





London has too many people, all in a rush.

The horror.

I cut the top off my finger today whilst making dinner. It fucking hurt. Blood everywhere and i fainted. My bro was a champ, cleaned me up and bandaged my mutilated finger.


It still fucking hurts though. I hope i get an awesome scar.

Treasure.

I found my dads old Fuji STX-2 film camera the other day. It hasn't been used in almost 20years. I took it to the Camera Centre yesterday and one of the nicest sales assistants i have ever encountered told me its in perfect condition! He cleaned it, checked it all out, loaded a brand new film and replaced the batteries (which had completely corroded haha) all for 10 squid. So now i'm good to go!

Spending Bank Holidays drinking gin with my dad and watching John Wayne films. He's my best.

Mostly, i just feel sorry for you.

Because i know you'll never grow out of these bad habits.