I miss dressing up and being able to go out. I miss having that close-knit group of pals that took me places. I’m pretty happy with my life at the minute, but I do miss my drinking adventures.
so this is me and my best friend
Kitty is my number one ginge. And she makes the best potato salad in the world.
Last time I did fancy dress was for a friend’s birthday. I’m having a pirate party in about 2weeks.
Fucking love dressing up.
Me at Whitby Goth Weekend November ‘12
Taken by Sly50 on Flickr
thepopeofmope said: Never enough wine.
Middle earth map on my wall right there.
Haircut, blue eyeliner, veggie sausage sandwich, and nice chat with the roommate. I always did like Wednesdays.
It’s an awful lot easier to get motivated for packing than for sorting out paperwork and bracing oneself for the prospect of the godforsaken jobcentre.
I am a GROWN WOMAN who can FIX HER OWN SITUATION and look FAB while doing it.
..and then eat ICECREAM FOR TEA because of REASONS.
Condensing 18 year’s worth of my stuff down into boxes.
That’s my books/dvds and kitchen stuff (teacups, mugs, saucers, teapots) done.
Felt a splash of colour would lighten the mood. I was sadly mistaken. Black is such a happy colour.
Ma offered to buy us furniture. Also my hair’s got to a nice length and my foot’s healed enough to wear these beauties now.
Don’t care if I can’t afford food, I’ll look fucking fabulous.