Possibly the only time I will talk about shoes

Crazy crazy dreams last night. I was chatting up a girl from Texas and Audrey Hepburn was in the corner giggling. Mum woke me up and I was still confused by the time I made it to Tesco and all of the fridges were broken so I had to kind of make do with a breakfast/lunch of a cheesecake thing that I ate with my fingers because I'll be damned if I'm doing dishes at work and a packet of crisps. Small wonder I'm losing weight el rapidomente.

Bummed around in Topshop because it was something to do. Man you should see what I look like today. You're not gonna but if you did you'd laugh. First off I couldn't find any clothes in the dark this morning so I'm wearing a red polo shirt. It's quite nice actually, dead comfy with Kronk on my left breast which I'm assuming is the make but makes me think of the Emperor's New Groove and the incredibly less funny Kronk's new groove that Julie puts on sometimes when Happy Feet ain't on. All my jeans that fit my slowly shrinking ass are in the wash so all I have are my man jeans. Hella comfy, amazing pockets but sadly don't do much for the figure. In that I kind of look like I have a cock. I have pulled in these jeans though? Good thing, bad thing, ain't sure. To top this off my hair was awful, and I don't mean comic or interesting or yeah I kinda slept in a hedge, I just mean really shoulda washed it last night. So I put on my oshit hair! hat. We all have one. Mine is a trucker hat, khaki with bunnies on it to make it less manly. Although most people don't notice the bunnies at first. Ironic part is I bought it like a couple of months after my boyfriend left me and trucker hats were the one item of clothing that he loved that I did not buy to wear for him. Never found one I liked enough. Point is I look like a lesbian or a guy who happened to have breasts and Topshop was full of girly shoppers and their incredibly bored boyfriends. After striking up a conversation with one of them, dancing about in a pair of shoes that were really cute but unnecessary and knocking over several pairs of ugly tights I found myself in Primark instead. Me and Primark get on ok. On the one hand children probably had to fight monkeys in the tacky nylon mines to bring us half of its stock on the other I once bought a Catholic school girl skirt for £3. Three. That's like cheap. And the skirt? Pretty damn awesome and not overtly catholic school girly that I can't wear it out which I do. Today child labour brought me shoes for 4 quid. Shoes which I attacked rather messily with markers. I'm quite proud of them. Gotta waterproof em and test em out though. Have an arty shoe pic with bonus hat.