Exciting times in flat 404! Kate's lover bought her a toaster, I imagine we will never cook again.
Peanut butter and black coffee breakfasts are the way/truth/light.
So many rad things about to happen, but patience and sanity must prevail.
This is the wrong season for Christmas bitchin, but, well, fuck Christmas. All it means to me is my friends leaving my city and aunties with their wet pursed lips coming at me and having to give my brothers their hairy annual hugs. I want excitement and adventure and a rich husband with a European passport (applications are open).
Passing time and taking photos.
Resignation and change and again, peanut butter.
Thank you for all your lovely comments about my photos lately, I appreciate every one. What I don't understand are these "follow for follow" requests, if you like my shit then follow me and if I like your shit I will follow you. And check out my favourite bitches in my sidebar.