Never Less Than Butterflies

I want the whole of All Saints. Their stuff is so PERFECT, and so bloody expensive, it makes me saddd. Because Im a poor student who so cannot afford it. I got legwarmers today. They are so cool. Sadly thats all I got, because I couldnt find anything else I liked. Depressing much. And I’ve just looked and I went twelve quid over on my mobile internet which is also depressing. Hello £65 phone bill. Bleuuuuuughhhh. 

Saw the boyf, which was lovely. I still like him. I’d kind of forgotten that I had, then I got butterflies. Made it all better. 

Katieloula told me she had two inch long pubes today. And offered to send me a pic. Thats friendship for you. I do love that girl. And I love conversations about the duracell bunnies and how mean they are to the other rabbits, and the advantages of Fairy Liquid over other nonbranded washingup liquids, and which colour is the best. I love my friends ever so. Chatting about stalkerish guys adding peoples little sisters is also a good topic that warms my heart. I just tried to spell warms W-A-L-M-S. Wtf?

Why does my spotify not play songs continously on an album, and just play one at a time. Makes listening to Miley Cyru….. sorry, The XX… who am I kidding?! Of course Miley Cyrus. The XX are wank. I know the Mr and the rest of the world LOVES them and all that shite, but they are just so dull and boring. I don’t think i’m intellectual enough to appreciate them. Which, to be honest, is backed up by the previous paragraphs re my retarded conversations. Anyway, back to the Cyrus problem. Anyone know why? To get an answer, I guess I’d need someone to follow me, but since I’m failing at that due to my lack of postage, and general popularity, you know, I’ll just talk to myself. I still only have 27 followers on twitter. *sobs* Back to the music debate though, I do have okaaay taste. Goulding (who I have a personal vendetta against thanks to a certain radio dj crush) and Fenech Soler anyone. Mild obsession with both albums, and The Pretty Reckless. And as soon as payday comes around (10 days and counting) Tinie Tempah’s album is coming into my life. As well as Entourage season 3, a pair of KG heels (pleasestillbeinthesalepleasestillbeinthesalepleeeaseeeestillbeinthesalepleeassseeee) and a dress from Asos. Maybe. 

Also desperately wanting a Links of London friendship bracelet. None of my friends have one as far as I know, but they so awesome. Should have entered the Euromillions. None of this would have been a problem. Or my broken rapey car (he raped the car in front on a roundabout - got a bit overexcited). Could have a gorgeous VW Golf, GTI in cream with chrome trim. Ohhh lusting after that one. And the Louboutins im dying for. Hello Madame Butterfly. Pouring over fashion blogs really doesnt boost my confidence over my lack of a) wardrobe space b) decent wardrobe content and c) MONEY. Bleugh. Tendaystendaystendays. 

I may buy a desk as well. 

and I think im getting sick.