Well, here I am. Again procrastination from work. Not the smartest idea anyone had in year twelve, although I'm sure we all do it. I really want to get this page up and running, sharing my love about with you all as soon as I can. Myspace is getting old and I'm craving a fresh start in life, sitting in hope Wanting it to be a way to motivate myself through the next 6 months. I am constantly spending too much money on new clothes when really all i need to do is make my way to Savers. I'm a chronic savers fan. I love Camberwell markets but Sunday morning 7 am is just too early. That's almost worth doing an all nighter dans la cite. I'm sure I could handle that. Maybe next holidays. I feel so trapped sometimes and this is why I love fashion.

More often than not I wear what I love to a Saturday night shindig, However this previous Saturday been, I arrived home from work (Yes my dearest charcoal chicken shop) and literally threw on 20 different outfits. Not satisfied once. No, not fucking once. The 21st felt only just comfortable. I went to the 18th and latched immediately into the loving arms of my dear friend Sophie. She looked good, I liked it mostly because she wasn't wearing a black dress and a black cardigan with black eyeliner, prefectly drawn onto her eyelids, but because she wore some funky highwaisted, flared jeans, her hair was naturally waving, and her stunning cheek bones were warmly rouged.

ANYWAY This pointless blog, has made me feel better. I'd also like to share the dangers of drinking a whole bottle of passion pop to yourself. Dont do it! I was so so so ill on that evening and the morning after. Nevertheless I still love passion pop in alley ways which are dirty and seedy but OH so beautiful in a way that only Third Class goers would understand.

Have a marvellous evening ladies and gentlemen.