Showing posts with label an exercise in vanity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label an exercise in vanity. Show all posts

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Now I'm tired and really grumpy.

Ach. At the very least I found a pinstripe vest and a pair of pink-and-black satiny sort of flats. But no bloody fuzzy wooly thing. Disappointed. Annoyed.


If you're one of the people who bought the dress, similar to the one pictured above, from Marks and Spencer while I was counting my bleeding pennies for it, the dress, the one I had been waiting for what seems like my entire life, you are horrible horrible people and I hate you very much.
I really do.
I think I shall go to bed. Perhaps I will awake feeling very silly for being so very annoyed, but I doubt it. I shall most probably cry sometime tonight, but I think that will be because of my nose, as it will not stop running.
Rivers of snot, gentlemen. Rivers of snot.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Today's Muse: The Fairy and The Labyrinth (El Hada Y El Laberintino)



Pretty fwoomped right now, so no spew. Just showing off my new feet armour. No more squishing about town now!

I also have a lovely pair of boots that laces up the back, that I procured almost entirely by luck earlier this year. No picture, but they're lovely. You will believe this.

I desire toast.