July 2012
63 posts
Trying not to complain about working the whole summer away. But its difficult when you’re on your bike, at 8 o ‘clock in the morning, crying to yourself as you make the six mile cycle into work followed by a 10 hour shift.
still think of the money they say.
forgot how much fun a standard night out in town...
- at £3.30 for a bacardi and coke, the fiver I had didn’t go far.
-participating in the karaoke was an undecidedly high/ low point in my life.
-and of course got to see all my lovely old friendss.
Anonymous asked: think you should upload more of your art work to ur art blog, would love to see more :D
so after an hour I managed to hunt down some film rolls and avoided having to buy it from the expensive photography shop in town.
spent too much time devouring hemingway and fitzgerald books and now it feels my life should consist of sitting in smokey paris bars drinking cognac or martini night caps and going to fiestas.
why didn’t I exists in the midst of the 20’s jazz age
late night dramas in my household are a rare but extreme occurence.
still recovering tbh.
“And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that he was the only one for me....”
– Lana Del Rey - National Anthem (via atenuouslink)
going to produce a worthy artistic outcome for today. having spent eight hours at work sat in a bat cave yesterday collecting tickets. I work at a safari park btw
bought some lovely tan block heel boots from topshop the other day
only problem is its an extra 3 inches I could do without.
I’m 5’ 9 and a half.
2 tags
willing myself to paint
after work, so that I feel as if something productive has come from this day.
