Wednesday, 28 April 2010

shoe porn

Fendi
Acne
Alexander McQueen

Carven

Miu Miu
Bally




Now everyone guess where I've been window shopping, well, online window shopping...

Tuesday, 27 April 2010

Little one.

Saturday, 24 April 2010

'So it goes'

'And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.'
Slaughterhouse 5, Kurt Vonnegut
I'm enjoying Slaughterhouse 5 so far, I'm only like halfway through but whateverrrr.

But i shouldn't be reading anything at all except for Great Expectations, or Rossetti, or other English A-level related bullshit. Man i hate Dickens.



Thursday, 22 April 2010

Aghhhr

I hate the fact that people are getting successful when they are so dayuum young these days.
It makes me feel bad that I'm not a multi million selling author/singer/artist/math genius/model/photographer bleeerg.

It's not that they are even that talented, i mean daisy dares you? WTF.

dont even get me started on 15 year old Lindsey Wixson (from kansas)
the teeeeth, help! and yet the model is so successful!


However, i blame myself for not being rich and famous, I am extremely lazy, even for someone of my age.

Wednesday, 21 April 2010

to expand on my previous post



But It's bad bad bad for you, ok?




Tuesday, 20 April 2010

kind of like yeah.


Ash Stymest
i just think he's an awesome model.

And smoking's like cool. ha.



Tuesday, 13 April 2010



It's sunny, which is nice, and I'm wearing the chavyest earings ever (silver hearts covered in little diamante anyone?) which I'm not gonna lie, i am enjoying, and I have become addicted to profiteroles, yummy. So really, I can't complain... How lovely.

xoxo

oh, oh, P.s... has anyone seen the come dine with me with the chuckle brothers as celeb guests, it was kinda creepy, but quite lol.

(zomg i saw a boy with a 'megalulz!!!' T-shirt on, and not in an ironic way: respect)

Choose life

'Choose life, Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?'
Trainspotting

I really liked it, fucking scary to watch it on my own though.


And dayyumm is it weird to find sick boy kinda sexy at some points?