I feel so lost.

Catch it in my hand, I, won't say a word

I'm lying in my bed right now, feeling so gunky but accomplished. Cos Little Miss Slobby of the Year has finally packed her room!! For weeks F and I have just been dumping whatever shopping/clothes/bags we had on the floor. It's kinda like a disease, like how once you have 20% of the floor covered with things, suddenly it's imperative that you cover the rest of it with more irrelevant stuff.

I cleared everything!!! Vacuumed and everything. Ok, so our bookshelves right now are teetering precariously but I did everything with a raging headache and cough... So I'm feeling fucking pleased with myself right now.

So I decided to reward myself, hahaha. Ok fine, so it was kinda an impulse buy but admit it, I deserved it.

Time to shower and grab a couple of panadols.

x

Oh words are so easy

Little reminder to self:

1. PACK ROOM!!!! It looks like a squat now.
2. Get hair done.
3. Laundry.
4. New bookshelves?
5. Lose thigh fat. To fit into thigh high socks.
6. Find Jason Hahn's books. (What the fuck does 'out of print' even mean??)
7. World peace.

A new league of lust

My Free People x Jeffrey Campbell Harness Harley Boots have arrived!!! So exciting.





The perfect everything I want in a flat boot. Loose around the ankle, broken in harnesses, slouchy and soft. It's a little heavy but I absolutely adore it. So excited it's losing its virginity on my cruise hehehe.

When a tornado meets a volcano

It might sound irrationally and pathetically sad that I was depressed after trying on my new thigh high socks from NastyGal. Not one, but three pairs of socks that managed to turn my legs that I never had problems with into cellulitey blobby gross things.

I am still in rabid anticipation that my Free People boots will make me look stumpy. I'm crossing my fingers and toes and praying for dear life they don't cause I've never paid so much for a pair of flat shoes before.

Anyway, wake up call. MAVIS NGUI, YOU ARE NOT OF AN ACCEPTABLE WEIGHT.
TIME TO GET ON THAT STAIRMASTER.


Hahaha wait I don't even have a StairMaster. Perhaps I should try bouncing on my bed.

Every little earthquake

Internship ends tomorrow, 6pm.

I absofuckinglutely cannot wait.