miserabelle

Yesterday was pretty immense, I made my way (late as usual) under gloomy weather, rocking an indie chick look. Skinny jeans, blue pumps, plain white shirt, bright pink braces and a brown fringed neckscarf. Terrible hair - it was as though I'd been to a stylist, described a beautiful, towering, shiny mass of hair... and then requested just the opposite. Haystack (hairstack?) central. I decided I could rock it, and walked through the park to meet my gorgeous friend Kayleigh, who I'm going to France with next saturday.

It was all kinds of epic, we got back to her house and discussed piercings (between us, I'm the expert... considering she has none, it's not a well-deserved title). She wants to pierce her ears, and then later stretch them, I recommended methods and parlours and encouraged her entirely. We made plans to skateboard around the suburbs - badly, of course. We watched Young Adam (it's filth, but very well made filth, go watch it) and talked about how much I was going to burn in the French sun.






On my way home, I found this piece of complete win:

Remember to clean up after your dinosaurs now, kids xxxxxxx xx x