I have nothing to do today, and have so far spent the day watching How I Met Your Mother, writing an essay, hoovering, accidentally exploding an egg in the microwave, and trying to eat a grapefruit. The grapefruit was unsuccessful. The hoover started spitting hairballs onto the floor I was attempting to make tidier. The egg incident was simply a disaster. My work isn’t going well. How I Met Your Mother is always good. To do these things I have been wearing an oversized blue and white checked shirt from Primark, grey three quarter leggings from Peacocks, and furry slipper socks, once again from Primark. This outfit is in no way exciting, pretty, or flattering, and there is no need whatsoever to take pictures. I may be forced to make a run for the shops to buy bread and milk at some point, and I’m going out tonight to celebrate my housemate’s 21st, so hopefully those outfits will be slightly more interesting.
|Oh hi, flicky hair|
|Awkward room shot, again|
What this has shown me is that I need some more variety in where I shop!
Right now I'm wearing multicoloured stripy fleece pyjama bottoms, my boyfriend's tshirt, and my specs. No pictures!