I paid a fiver for this skirt. It feels amazing. Seriously, I could touch this skirt forever which is gonna be a problem when I wear it out. Be like the time I had these amazing feeling tights and I couldn't keep my hands off myself. Not appropriate but my god, it feels amazing.
Walking down to work I found a letter on the ground. I didn't read much of it, was something medical about a consultation about cosmetic surgery on the eye area. It was kinda weird. I don't like invading people. It's like I'd like to read Sylvia Plath's diaries but she never intended them to be published so I don't buy them. I feel weird even reading certain blogs and hell if I find a mention of myself I stop reading. Saying that I listen into conversations all the time and I watch arguments so maybe I'm talking shit. Wouldn't be anything new. I was gonna do a post about how much I adore Cibo Matto but I can't really be bothered. They are great though. If you want cute Asian girls (one of which was Noodle for a little while) singing nonsense about food and Obi Wan well they're your band.
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