God I'm so fucking bored. Bored with the arse-end of a half-arsed winter. Bored with a week of equinoctial gales. Bored with inhaling all the tiny tiny feathers leaking from the hole in our goosedown duvet. Bored with sewing that shit up. Are you bored with summer up there in the North? Sick of sweaty clingy cheesy socks and looking sweaty and clingy and having that horrible fucking dent on your nose from wearing cheap sunglasses and your eyes always somehow settling on someone's sunburnt back fat and having to smell it?
Let's face it- it's a crap time of year and we're not even in the downslope to fucking xmas yet.
I'm going to cheer myself up by getting some lipstick and perfume reviews done and posting them like the massively superficial arsehole I am. I'm really trying to up my lipstick review game and will be amending earlier posts with more accurate swatches etc so if you're still on the fence about a particular shade, have another look through the archive. And if hey look at my jewellery, bitch is good enough for the House of Windsor, it's good enough for me so you'll be getting some of that shit too, probably. I haven't decided.
I have just eaten two small bowls of very nice choc chip ice-cream in quick succession and my inner world feels exactly like the picture overhead (I constructed it from cemetery flowers) except with an incoherent pancreas projectile vomiting and hanging from a glitter ball over a disco crowded with my other hapless organs swimming in a think pink tide of my own sucrose-addled blood superimposed over the top @ 45% opacity.
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Let's face it- it's a crap time of year and we're not even in the downslope to fucking xmas yet.
I'm going to cheer myself up by getting some lipstick and perfume reviews done and posting them like the massively superficial arsehole I am. I'm really trying to up my lipstick review game and will be amending earlier posts with more accurate swatches etc so if you're still on the fence about a particular shade, have another look through the archive. And if hey look at my jewellery, bitch is good enough for the House of Windsor, it's good enough for me so you'll be getting some of that shit too, probably. I haven't decided.
I have just eaten two small bowls of very nice choc chip ice-cream in quick succession and my inner world feels exactly like the picture overhead (I constructed it from cemetery flowers) except with an incoherent pancreas projectile vomiting and hanging from a glitter ball over a disco crowded with my other hapless organs swimming in a think pink tide of my own sucrose-addled blood superimposed over the top @ 45% opacity.
=)
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