I am pretty sure i should be putting my clothes on right now and not blogging about it. I am having one of my mega bad body days and have been trying to battle it by whacking some extra makeup on and straightening my hair and shiz but it aint getting me very far. Just the thought of putting clothes on is making me feel sick to my stomach so god knows what i am going to do. I don't even have a safe outfit because my stupid shorts are now unwearable.
Ahh. What a life!
I did my feather extensions last night and i love them. I only did two little sections because i didn't want to look like i had had a fight with a peacock and lost lol. I like them though. They're subtle because they're nestled in the underpart of my hair. Underpart? Is that even a word? Spellcheck doesn't seem to disagree...
I am meeting my Dad to (finally) get my birthday money. Only a month and three days late. I wont get started on how annoyed i am about that whole situation right now.
I proper wanted to get my camera today but don't know if i am going to be able to because the gay shop doesn't have it in stock yet. I have reserved it though and should get an email the moment it gets delivered there.
When i meet Dad, i am going to have to ask him for advice on what cameras are good. I have an Argos app on my phone so he can help me while sipping coffee in starbucks. Might even treat myself to a nice decaf black coffee. Not 'treat' as in 'OMG how dare i?!' but more as in 'fuck me! i could get a jar for this price'. Thrifty me ;)
Ahhh. Wardrobe battle!
I have the same thing with slush puppies... I'm too tight to buy them when I can get a machine for £55. FIFTY-FIVE QUID FOR SLUSH MADNESS. That's off to be my 21st present to myself ;)
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