This, from the glorious man I call my boyfriend: "You look like a sexy Shakira."
Oh yeah.
Yeah, as if Shakira could get sexier...
I mean look at that. THAT is gorgeous.
EEEP :D
Honestly shocked I'm not wandering around humming I Feel Pretty.
Oh wait.
Yeah.
That's embarassing.
To be fair, this is not what I should be doing with my time, bashing another blog out.
I should be doing the work I left tutor to do, as ALL my work was at home and...
Okay, okay, yeah I lied. I regret NOTHING, however, as my afternoon was pretty epic.
Full on, ridiculous epic.
They tried to make me do maths in Sociology.
It's odd how quickly you can find yourself becoming a conscientious objecter.
I have a ten quid book voucher in my bag. I am saving it, along with the posh chocolate that Boyfriend bought me (I swear, he may be the best thing to ever happen to me.) for a really, REALLY bad day.
I should also make a list of every book I own so that I can remember not to buy doubles.
I can see my weekend slipping away at a frightening speed.
I shall leave you now. I hope you all have SPLENDID days.
<3 XXXXXXXXXXXX
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