I went for a browse in David Jones today and wanted to cry over the $2000 Chloe bags and ruin the stupid pretty leather with my tears but then I was given 23 sweet pumpkin dumplings instead of the 6 I paid for and that made me feel a lot better until I ate too many and now I want to cry into the soy sauce over my poor full tum tums.
Hash-teg, ultimate first wold problems.
Things to be excited about: The holographic fabric I bought today, extra shifts and pay day, modelling for the delightful Hannah and Chelsea - and more importantly finishing semester drinks afterwards, the take away dumplings I’m going to eat when I get home, Japan in September, Thailand in November, music festivals, my family visiting and going home briefly in July, drinks with Dylan and everything else. Life is faaaantasique!
Natasha Poly and Yannick Mantele photographed by Willy Vanderperre for COS Magazine Fall/Winter 2008.
My uncle knock’d up his long-term girlfy and a shotgun wedding is in the works. Not that our family would care at all, but his girlfriend is Japanese and from a v strick and v conventional family. I’ve been feeling bad about internally calling it a shotgun wedding because I don’t know, is that social acceptable? anyway he just referred to it as a shot gun wedding so now I can prance around singing panic at the disco! and trips to Japan all I like! WOO HOO also woo hoo to having an adorable half Japanese cousin!!
okay getting off the internet now b/c i’m literally just scrolling facebook and hating every single thing anybody has posted. sorry/not sorry everyone sucks.
morning after
thoughts about the impermanence of a hook up written in permanent marker in the places he touched
by Lindsay Bottos
