In usual Conjure-gal form, here's what's on my mind, and then I'll throw in a few pictures in the bottom. How one we grow.
**snip**
I hope I don't fail uni again.
Really though, what the fuck would it matter if I did? I don't need a degree.
If my dad could hear me say that.
Pictures
The BLAC Gallery last Friday, after cleaning up, having a double shot coffee and then a cigarette, I rested, momentarily, on the back steps.
This morning
The other night
Two of my best friends and I got wigged out the other night.
**snip**
I hope I don't fail uni again.
Really though, what the fuck would it matter if I did? I don't need a degree.
If my dad could hear me say that.
Pictures
The BLAC Gallery last Friday, after cleaning up, having a double shot coffee and then a cigarette, I rested, momentarily, on the back steps.
This morning
The other night
Two of my best friends and I got wigged out the other night.
I walked home last night from West End, to New Farm, in heels. It took me three hours and besides the incredbile blisters on my toes, I couldn't've been happier.
I just reaslied that today I've had only three coffees.
Withdrawal's a bitch.
Also, fuck that, I'm going back up to seven tomorrow, I can't afford to be off my game for at least a month.
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linedrawing:
See, what a blog. I don't even have the energy to expound my responses to that. If I had a glass, I would raise it to you. Read this as an indicator that I am going totally fucking insane also, and feel any appropriate solidarity you wish. All the best. And many many thanks for birthday kindnesses, my dear xxx
scorpius_cat:
That was a great blog. You are beautiful. I love your clothes too! I love seeing people in casual clothes and I really liked (which is unusual for me) your other non-cas clothes. You are nuts for walking 3hrs home in heels though.