so on friday, i fell in love.
no not with a guy, they remain noticably absent in my life.
but with a pair of dungaree shorts. AND THEY WERE IN THE SALE FUCKING YES.
i knew when i walked into urban outfitters that it would probably mean buying something i dont need, but whatever i thought i had enough self control to keep the debit card away and leave my overdraft intact. but clearly not.
anyway arent they cute? i wore them out to celebrate our one month anniversary at brock, our new place. we were the only girls not in heels and dresses not looking tres desperate. literally think we were the only ones in denim which is fairly painful but alas. on the way home i was greeted with an "OI DUNGAREES WANNA GO FOR A DRINK?" i didnt.
on another note, i've discovered that i absolutely cannot, for the fucking life of me do a single bit of work. this blog post is an effort to procrastinate, forever the procrastination queen i am. literally the work should take me about an hour to do but its ended up taking me all day cos im the shittest student ever arent i. WHOOPSY.
all in all, this week doesnt help my track record. spending money i dont have on clothes and yet again failing to work. damn.
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