Call me slow, call me stupid, but I just realised I have managed to maintain this blog for over a year, bar a short break due to internet issues. I'm somewhat proud of this, so just going to have a little celebratory moment...
*dances*
Ok, so now that's out of my system, and I may have burnt your retinas (I kinda burnt mine a little doing that), let's swiftly move on to the original point of this blog.
It's been over a year of doing this blog and I can't get over it. So doing the logical thing, I decided to go back to the begin and laugh at my younger self and my writing style. Ahh how things have changed (I hope anyway), and how I've grown. I'm also quite amused how so many of my very early blogs point at my excitement of going to London with a friend for the day. Bleugh, how delightfully loser-ish that seems now that I live in the city itself. And the best one being about how I forked out money for tights at Selfridges, just to get a Selfridges bag. Aha, now that I have an unlimited supply of the bags (we carry our lunch from locker room to canteen in them), and I buy the tights at work like they're going out of fashion, it all seems to weird and childish. I must remember that things do change over time though. And this is one of those changes.
The other thing I can't help but notice is my flat tummy from last year. Ahh the joys of turning 18 and then moving to London a few months later and remembering why you love beer.
This is my poison:
Ahh Peroni, how we love you. We don't, however, love what you've done to my tummy.
Though we can't entirely blame the Peroni - it's also the Chocolate Dipped Strawberry Cocktails at B@1. Simply amazing and I recommend you find your local one and try this cocktail, it's under the ice cream section. Wiiiiin.
Anyway, enough of this totally unrelated-to-fashion blog. I'm going to go watch a film and eat popcorn. I'm cool like that :) Have a good evening.
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