Anyway, as you will 100% be able to tell from my eye bags, corpse-like skin and general lack of 'life' I said "screw you" to sleep, and hello to my social life. Sod it, I'll sleep when I'm dead...
My go-to 'shit...I've woke up too late, I haven't got a clue what to wear, and I look like and I look like I've been dragged through a hedge backwards' look. In other words, a day no different to any other!
I've got an idea. Let's wack some close ups on and see if I can show you the jumper - which I love - in more detail. Sound like a plan? Brilliant!
....nope, 5(ish) months of blogging, 40odd posts and 3 scarily close up pictures later, and I still haven't gained the photography skills to a) show you things in detail and b) show you anything that doesn't look shit. I'm a failure. Story of my life. For the second time in one post, *cue the violins*
Contrary to popular opinion, I wasn't drunk...or on drugs in the picture above. I just appear to have very squinty eyes. Another marvellous trait to add to the collection....
Same old boots that are probably days away from speaking to me/falling apart: I don't know, they're so bloody old I can't even remember!
As is quite clear from the pictures, I'm not in my usual concrete jungle (sing it Alicia Keys!) backdrop. No, the typical London rain came out to say hello, as did my hair, which went from slightly presentable to something resembling Bob Marley's dreads within a matter of minutes. Which, obviously, completely made my day. "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit"...I hear my old school teacher screaming at me!
Hope you enjoyed this post guys, as always, thanks so much for reading!