next week's gossip girl episode. stat.

Ok, so a couple of months ago I watched the first five episodes of Gossip Girl S3 at my cousin's house so when it started showing on tv, I was a bit 'meh' about it all. But NEXT WEEK Fox 8 will finally catch up to me and show me a NEW EPISODE that I have yet to see. Excitement!!!

Although I did accidentally already see the gay kiss. It's the Gossip Girl facebook group's fault - they posted the clip ages ago and really, how am I supposed to resist?

Anyway I had some thoughts while watching tonight's ep where Lily and Rufus get married (I know, it's hard to believe I have thoughts during GG apart from "OMG CHUCK AND BLAIR - THE CUTE THE CUTE! I DIE!" etc), but here goes. I apologise in advance for the manic fangirling, I can't help it when talking of Gossip Girl.

- I LOVE Lily. She is a fierce bitch. She always looks immac (I die for those turquoise drop earrings with the purple dress), she is a total sweetie, I love her. She's actually become one of my favourite characters. No mean feat since my feelings for GG characters generally fall within 2 categories: LOVE LOVE LOVE, BRILLIANT, FIERCE/uuuuuuuugh HATE, STFU, and so on and so forth. Also, the latter group contains the vast majority of all the characters.

- Loving how Chuck and Blair are so awesome with each other. While I always knew this would be the case, some naysayers (my dad) thought that when they finally got together it would ruin the spark/chemistry. WRONG. Plus, my heart totally races and threatens combustion whenever Chuck says "I love you" so casually in passing. Chills.

- Vanessa's ugly.

- So is Jenny.

- And Georgina is gross. She has chub arms, overracts, and has crazy eyes. ALTHOUGH her hair is amahzing.

- Finally, a note to the writers. I get that Chuck and Blair are so obviously mind-blowingly incredible but I really want y'all to up your game when writing for the other shitter characters. They are already shit, at least try and help 'em out a bit rather than emphasizing their roles as the shit side gag. Shit.

- Also, strop trying to make Serena happen, she's not going to happen.



My fave scene, ever.

traditional christmas

Another Christmas has come and gone. The pope got tackled (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpDffQJjm9c), it was mildly cold, it rained, and I got few gifts. I sound ungrateful and I know it. However, JUST ONCE I would like to experience a traditional Christmas.

The kind of Christmas I imagine millions of people around the world experience. USUALLY in Australia (not yesterday though) it is blisteringly hot and sunny and we enjoy lots of champagne and seafood. But yesterday the weather was crap and I had like, one present to open on Christmas morning, so the whole day felt a bit...off kilter. Not BAD, just not like Christmas (actually it was a rather fun day).

Basically, what I am trying to say is that it is my dream to one day experience the kind of Christmas that involves:







Hmm. Maybe I'll marry an English dude. HEY RPATTZ WANT MY NUMBER?

P.S. My lacklustre mood has not been alleviated since watching THS specials for Heath Ledger and Natasha Richardson. The Heath one I have seen before but as with anything related to him, it really bummed me out.

P.P.S. I think I am becoming dyslexic. Writing this blog took foreverrr. I have never found it so hard to type, ever. Every second word had a typo - forgive me if I haven't fixed some.

P.P.P.S. Here's to a Happy New Year x

i can has magazine subscriptions?

Dang. I think I really need someone to start buying me magazine subscriptions. It is getting just too expensive to finance my habit. A few years ago I calculated that I spend $1500 a year on average on magazines.

But that was like three years ago, and since then Grazia has entered my world, not to mention Famous and Nylon. Those mags alone cost $6, $3.50 and $8, respectively. In one year that totals $590 alone. Add to that Bazaar (UK and Aus), Vogue (UK and Aus), Who, NW, Ok, Russh, In Style, Frankie, Yen etc etc...you see my problem.

I know I need to cut down. I know that is excessive. And when you consider stealing some of your boss' work money to buy a magazine, that is sick (I didn't though). But I just can't stop! Nothing makes me happier than lying on my bed, listening to 'Sainthood', 80s trash pop, or Kanye West, and reading a magazine. NOTHING!

Cutting back on magazines would be cutting back on life. Without gossip, without fashion, without celebrities - I couldn't breathe. I neeeeeed the magazine world to make me feel connected to the rest of the world. I want (need) a job where this shit is tax deductible.

P.S. You know what else? I HAVE to continue this habit of immersing myself in magazines because who else is going to inform the people on my life on celebrity news? I am the one that corrects false celeb gossip. I discern the fact from fiction simply by reading copious amounts of magazines in association with celeb blogs. People DEPEND on me to be a font of knowledge.

pretty, material shit I want

Sigh. So, I got a wicked load of money for my 21st birthday, and I know I'm supposed to save it properly and use it for Europe or something. It's a substantial amount of money and I should be able to do this. And yet, I could drop it all in like a day. Do you know how much amazing shit is out there? From jewellery to shoes and shoes to bags... I just die.

Aside from the obvious (Chanel bag, iPhone, Louboutins) here's some more stuff I would like to spend my (not very) hard earned money on:


Tabitha Simmons 'Lee' boots


Vivienne Westwood necklace


Giles and Brother bracelet


Burberry necklace


Marni necklace


McQueen bag. Have I already included this before? Whatever, I haven't got it yet and I STILL want it. So there.

Not to mention the things I actually NEED: Like a new swimming costume and craploads of Summer dresses for our upcoming holiday in Broadbeach (why yes, we are in the Penthouse and yes, it is 150m from the beach). Also, I want to organise a trip to Glebe markets and the Magazine Shop in Newtown (because, really, what more could I want out of life? Aside from all of the above, obviously). Maybe I will go this Saturday. You know, just to check it out. Not spend all my money. Just some.

P.S. Ok, I'm not gonna lie - I have already dipped in to my new savings balance. I bought Ray Ban Wayfarers as well as tortoiseshell Clubmasters. They are so pretty. And plus, I deserved BOTH pairs as my old wayfarers weer cruelly STOLEN from me. It is basic karma. Or something.

FOAM not phone party

Oh hay guys. Just wanted everyone to know that I went out and celebrated my birthday again last night, and apart from dealing with the reality of losers who r.s.v.p-d and did not turn up, it was great! Cocktails were had, beautiful people were there, and I did not vom. All in all, it was a good night.

I even wore my sparkly blue vest/cape thing. Oh, how it sparkled.

However, as I get older, birthdays just become more stressful. I used to love my birthdays and looked forward to them all year basically. Now, though, it's just too anxiety-ridden. I constantly worry whether people are having fun and whether I am being a re-tard. I want that old blissful ignorance back where I revel in my own brilliance at surviving another year and celebrating it. Oh wells. 21 is over, all remaining birthdays are pointless anyway.

Oh one more thing. I want to share with you all the brilliant gift I received last night. Since I once proclaimed I would never attend a foam party (it wrecks your hair, makeup AND clothes!) Rosie brought the foam party to me - in a box. Yes, foam. In. A. Box. Talk about effort. And now I can say I've been to a foam party (not a phone party as everyone thought I was saying)! And it was fun x

gay marriage.

I'll never articulate myself better than Senator Diane Savino. So here are her thoughts on gay marriage.



How can a bill be passed twice in NY only to be voted on for a third time which overrides the first two? How is that possible? NY, America, world, get your act together and make this shit not only legal but binding and definitive.

say hello to your friends!

I want someone to do this with:



I want alllll the episodes of the BSC, although barneysbobbyboy is giving my fix of a few eps on youtube right now. Sadly, when growing up I only acquired Stacey's Big Break and Dawn's Dream Boy on VHS. The quest for more continues.

I also want all the BSC books, plus of course, the Sweet Valley University books. These were like, my absolute all-time favourite things growing up and as a 21 year old I am happy to say the love still remains. If you ever spot any around peeps, holla at me I will buy that shit off you.

gratified

I want everybody to know how incredibly thankful I am for how great my night was last night. The garden looked beautiful (as did the borrowed rose bushes), the drinks continuously flowed, everyone looked hot, and my presents were rad. Put it this way, I can now afford to buy wayfarers to replace my old ones AND clubmasters - and have a lot of money left over. woo! Said money will obv be kept in my brand new gorgeous miu miu studded wallet (which I received along with marc jacobs stud earrings that I am wearing now).

Obv, it was a good night. However I was very very drunk and want to publicly apologise if I did anything embarrassing/horrible. I do not remember much. I do get flashes of vomming in the toilet. Hmm. A decidedly unclassy way to end the night that was spent in a garden glittering with fairylights, with beautiful bunches of peonies and lisianthus bouquets everywhere. Oh well. My life is a mass of paradoxes.

party dress

In a dream world, this would be my party dress tomorrow night. I kind of became fixated on it after I saw pics of this print on the runway, and I cannot tell you how much I love it on Leighton. I love that she wore it. And while I would never do it justice, I still want it. I think it's the colours. I do not usually wear colour but I feel this would be a good way to introduce it to my wardrobe, other than in accessory form.

why haven't I been drunk since my birthday?

Ok so it turns out in 2 days my family can be quite productive. House has been cleaned, yard has been cleaned, pergola is almost completed but entirely acceptable, fairylights have not only been purchased but hung in the yard, decorations are prepped and ready to be simply placed on tables etc, flowers ordered (lisianthus, hydrangeas, peonies in case you were wondering), marquis assembled, outfit ready, punch bowl + cake stands sourced, projector delivered and working, etc ETC. And let me tell you, there was a lot of 'etc'. But it's pretty much done. Dreadful anxiety replaced by excited nerves. Yay. Oh! I even found a fab vintage floral glass tray. It is awesome.

However, pretty much no-one has r.s.v.p.-d to my beautiful invitations. I wish old-school courtesy still existed. Why am I whining about all this in my blog? None of this is really a 'want'. I guess I just sort of want it to happen and be done with it. It is stressful organising a party. I don't know why - surely the people who love me will not be judging the flower arrangements tomorrow night (though obv, I totally would in the same situation and it would be entirely expected of me I'm sure).

Seriously though, I can't wait to see everybody tomorrow. My party playlists are ready to go MJ + ABBA each get their own allocated party hours.

I also really really really want everyone to enjoy themselves and either a) remember the night filled with fond blissful experiences or b) forget everything that happened in a drunken stupor.

Wish me luck!

P.S. I want to be uber rich one day so that the fantasy parties I plan in my head can out-fabulous P. Diddy's. Life would just be better and easier if I had unlimited resources.

Monkey Hot Hug

I really, really, really want a Monkey Hot Hug



Why, only just yesterday I was lamenting the lack of hugs in my life when today I saw this. All my dreams coming true? Possibly. Seriously though, if you see me in the near future - gimme a hug. Or a Hot Hugs Monkey. Only these two options are acceptable.

Also, I want this week to be over. I have been looking forward to my birthday party for like, a year, and now it's rolling around and all I feel is anxious. Things that need to be done in 3 days that have not been done include:

- finalising the delivery and setting up of the marquis.
- ditto the projector.
- seeing if my slideshow will even work on said projector.
- the buying of aesthetically appealing lollies.
- figuring out a way to play music (should I drop a couple hundred on a iPod dock/speakers, or simply use the stereo we have whose sound is apparently 'not great' when it is loud)
- cleaning and disposing of 90% of things in the backyard
- decorating the backyard
- buying decorations for the yard. Including: fairylights, possibly lanterns, pretty tablecloths, flowers, vases, candle holders etc. At the moment, I have one of these things.
- borrow cake stands off people. Organise cakes.
- make playlists for the night

Amongst so much more. My head is going to explode. I want a party planner. I want unlimited resources. Epic sigh. And to top it all off, I lost my Ray Ban sunnies on Saturday after watching New Moon (for the third time). That was after lending somebody else some of my other sunglasses. Karma is a fail. Now I have to replace my wayfarers before I purchase the clubmasters that I really wanted.

sigh sigh sigh.

I BOUGHT STUFF

and now, I am broke.

HOWEVER it was all totally worth it. David Jones is having an amazing sale, so I bought:

- A Kirrily Johnston dress for my 21st Birthday party. I am not going to post a photo of it, because then it will not be special for my bday. Take my word for it though - PRETTY!

- A PAIR OF PURPLE SUEDE MIUMIU PLATFORMS!!!! THEY. ARE. AMAHZING. I DIE. I LIT-ER-ALLY DIE. Ridiculous cut price, ridiculously amazing. They made my year.

- An entirely blue-sequined cape/vest thing. OK, not even from DJ's and not even on sale. BUT STILL BANANAS.

- Some Kit nailpolish to top it all off. It is called 'midnight' and looks like a dark gunmetal-y purple. And when you put top-coat on it, it turns midnight blue. I die.

I think the universe was looking out for me today and yesterday and was all 'hey. Let's give Aph a break. It is very difficult for her to find a) nice clothes; b) clothes that fit her; c) clothes that fit her WELL (note to EVERYBODY, even if you are skinny: dress not only for your size but your SHAPE. Sometimes what fits is not flattering. You're welcome) and d) reasonably priced. (Nothing I bought today was exceptionally reasonable if you look at the price alone, but when you look at the item, was totally worth it.)

So here are some pics of the vest and shoes. love love love love. love.












I wonder if Brad would think I'm fierce. Hmm.

p.s. how is this a 'want' post? I WANT YOU ALL TO BE JEALOUS. And shower me with compliments when you see me wearing any and all of the above. You will anyway though, coz they are great. And *you* will want them.

p.p.s. Apparently the Calvin Klein limited edition 'Euphoria' Spring (or something) smells really good on me. Just sayin'.

p.p.p.s. Jessie, if you read this: how do you do that thing where the blog posts smaller versions of your pics and then when you click on the pics they get bigger?

'LA can suck it'

mrbradgoreski

@aphrokap Happy Birthday my love! have a great day! hope you get some fab gifts..xo

Yes, that is the comment I got from Brad, THE Brad (from the Rachel Zoe Project). SERIOUSLY HOW NICE IS HE? If you know me, you know of my love for Brad. He is gorgeous, the most well-dressed man I have ever seen, hilarious, and apparently gorgeously sweet as well. This has just turned into a gushy lame fan post over Brad, but I'll be honest - I don't really care. Because Brad called me love. So, I win at life. I can be as lame as I WANT.

It is also my birthday today, I am 21, and I am blogging. I couldn't sleep last night, awake with anxious thoughts of Brad replying to my tweet. If I blogged last night, that would have been my 'want'. One of my main wants has come to fruition, so I am honouring that. Thankyou so much Brad, you made turning 21 one of my most fabulous experiences. I die.

Ooh I have a want: could someone please start a Brad quotes page? He's very quotable. Do it. (I would, but, you know, super busy...)

Finally, this post needs pics to fully emphasise Brad's fabulousness, no? Yes.









Don't these pictures just make you feel way more awesome than you did a few minutes ago? They do. I feel great about my birthday for the first time all year.

Oh and a video! 2:00 is hilarious, but keep watching because Brad's impersonation of Taylor at 2:45 is priceless. I almost weed a little bit.

i get read

woah. have had like 100 views of my blog in like a few days. that is pretty impressive. I can has fame and fortune now?

Seriously though, I just watched the Great British Menu final, and oh em gee I am totally in love with Glynn Purnell. He is so cute and hilarious and he can cook pretty great. Marriage material! At one point during the homecoming banquet he was getting all nervous and was like "I've only ever cooked it for 3 people, I couldn't try it out on 100 friends...I've only got 4!"

Just, really, he is adorable. Take my word for it. And these pics:




Also, it is my 21st birthday tomorrow. I've already received some lovely birthday wishes and a present but what I want more than anything in the world (apart from any material item I have mentioned thus far in my blog, obv) is a happy birthday from Brad Goreski. I saw he did it for someone today on Twitter so I think it should be my turn. Because I love him more.

better honours topics

I wish I figured out gender studies was a subject earlier so I could have majored in it and done it for honours next year. Instead, I am doing sociology. I have even chosen a topic already. But, while working on my honours research proposal I realised there were way way WAY better topics I would have liked to write about. Some of these include:

* Tegan and Sara. That's it, really, in a nutshell. Possibly follow the 'lesbian pop-rock identical twins how many trashy appealing adjectives can we fit into one introduction' thing. But really, I just feel I could write a hella amazing thesis on these gals. All the research is done. Whatevs, I know in my heart I am a Dr. of Tegan and Sara.
* The language of trashy tabloid coverlines.
* RPattz. 'Nuff said.
* A picture thesis of my favourite shoes. Possibly the development of the stiletto.
* The impact of youtube suggestion videos on the productivity of life. Subquestion: which videos are the most lethal? (answer: rare tegan and sara banter stories)
* My favourite: Analysing the backstage area of concerts as an abject space (to fans). More specifically, Tegan and Sara's backstage. Research would include me following them around their tour in Australia in May and watching each show from the crowd, with the civilians, and going backstage every night to compare and contrast.

i want to ignore what i know

I know I have lots of work to do. I KNOW I have to wake up tomorrow at 6:20am to go to work and therefore should use tonight wisely and do some of my work before a stupid unreasonable hour. I KNOW that I have 2 more assignments to write, one being worth 60% of my final mark. I know that the 60% assessment includes 2 essays, both of which I've only just barely only started researching for. I know that on Saturday night I will be attending a Ladyhawke concert to bask in her brilliant music/drool from a safe distance, therefore I know that that means an entire night will be wasted and that means I will have so much less valuable time to finish these assignments.

I KNOW ALL THIS.

And yet.

All I want to do is go shopping (I need clothes so bad. Not just basics, but birthday outfits. Argh. Desperate) and watch movies in air-conditioned conditioned comfort. I haven't been to the movies in ages (well, I saw This Is It on Friday, but I mean going by myself. Note: That is my FAVOURITE EVER EVER activity, movie-going alone. Scoff if you will, I know I am a happier person than you because of it) and I have soooo much to do but I can't help thinking of all the joy I'm missing out on. Normally, because I go so often, there is only one option left to me when I go to the movies. Now, I have to squeeze all these in asap:










And this, again.

Huna, I might save Whip It for you, and I might save Parnassus for a day when I feel like crying and being depressed. I think Julie + Julia wins for tomorrow. I want to go to a happy place.

a little insight perhaps

Tonight I got something I have been wanting for a very long time. I received Tegan and Sara's new album 'Sainthood', and the three books that accompany it. I expected this package at least 8 days after this day. This made me happy. Opening the package made me happy. Quickly flicking through the pages of each book made me happy. Seeing documentation of the Sydney show I attended made me happy.

For those of you who know me personally, I am a histrionic, slightly dramatic, obsessive personality. I know this. And I know often it seems (and is) superficial and slightly exaggerated. But there are times, usually at concerts, when I feel the full extent of my obsession; and I won't lie, it feels amazing.

Tonight I listened to 'Sainthood' through for the first time lying on my bed in a t-shirt and knee-high socks. For the songs I didn't know, I lay back and closed my eyes and listened to them from start to finish. For the six I knew (that I did not download - I watched live performances of them on youtube) I finally got to scream along to them with the right lyrics. They sounded much better than their slightly inferior youtube recordings. I also realised, about halfway through the first listen, that this was the first time EVER that I had listened to a Tegan and Sara album for the first time after purchasing a newly released cd.

I downloaded their first four albums in 2004 when someone told me they were great. They were. I downloaded a leaked copy of 'The Con' before I bought it, justifying it by telling myself I wanted to know the songs beforehand, so I would enjoy it more when I had the cd. I actually abstained from streaming 'Sainthood' and I'm so glad I did. I also became quite emotional tonight. I don't actually know why, but reading through the first book and listening to the album made me cry. Sara is pretty, they are funny, and endearingly sweet in print as well as in person. Again, I don't know why this made me cry.

Unfortunately, the last two books are going to have to wait. I have a research proposal to write. I hate myself for it, but I have left the books on my bed for another time. I just would not enjoy them while anxiously thinking of this proposal in the back of my mind. So I have something to look forward to - for the first time in a while, truly.

As a final note, last week I read 'Juliet, Naked' by Nick Hornby. It is not a porno. It is not even dirty at all. It is about a middle-aged man who has been obsessed with a reclusive rocker for over fifteen years. It is probably an enjoyable, interesting book for whoever reads it. But I believe that unless you too are an obsessive, perhaps you will not be able to truly appreciate the depth and meaning of this book. This is going to be super crazy long, but I want to leave you with a quote from the book. Again, it is long. It is not necessarily my feelings pertaining to Tegan and Sara. But it sums up one of the many factors of obsession that I experience.

Duncan to his hero, the reclusive Tucker Crowe:
"well, you asked us to listen. And some of listened a little too hard... I'm not the only person who thinks you're a genius. And while you might think we're...we're inadequate as people, we're not necessarily the worst judges in the world. We read, and watch movies, and think... I still haven't peeled it all away, I don't think, even after all this time. I don't pretend to understand what those songs mean to you, but it's the forms of expressions you chose, the allusions, the musical references. That's what makes it art. To my mind. And...sorry, sorry, one last thing. I don't think people with talent necessarily value it, because it all comes so easily to them, and we never value things that come easy to us. But I value what you did on that album more highly than anything else I've heard. So thank you."

sorrows. beer. drowning.

I wish my life was dope, guns, fucking in the streets.

I wish I had more money so that I could drown my sorrows in shopping as opposed to beer (beer does not help with essay writing process - only vodka does - nor does it help with the calorie counting). If I had lots of money...oh man. I would be so happy. That sounds soooo superficial and lame but I ain't gonna lie. IT CAN BUY HAPPINESS. IT CAN IT CAN IT CAN. Anyone who says it can't hasn't seen these babies.


YSL


Alexander McQueen


Givenchy


Chanel


Alexander Wang bag, as toted by MK.

And some more affordable options for 21st presents...

Chanel jade green nailpolish


Books to contribute to my shelves looking like this.


Particularly pretty ones that look like this.


An Hermes scarf. C'mon guys, a few of you can pitch in. And a few more of you can pitch in for this:


Chanel 2.55 black quilted leather handbag. I know I said I'd buy it for myself at the peak of my life (i.e. it WOULD be the peak of my life) but I heart shortcuts (lazy), I heart presents (greedy), and I heart you! So I'm willing to make the concession.

Oh, also taking money contributions so I can do the hard manual labour of going and buying that stuff myself. Thanks x

i want to stink pretty

Kind of obsessing over perfumes lately. It's a dangerous one this one because it could be a very expensive obsession. Obsessing over RPattz* and Rihanna is ok because the internet is abundant with rich sources of information that I voraciously ingest (though, ok, the magazines do add up $$$). But perfume...sigh. And there's no substitute for it. Like, if I can't ACTUALLY make out with RPattz, I will watch Twilight. Got my fix.

Anyways. I want these. So I smell nice for all those around me. It's an altruistic act, really. Not necessarily in order of preference, but I did save my ultimate for last.

Hypnose by Lancome


Bvlgari Rose Essentielle. Me and mum share a bottle (the only reason I bought it for her) but it is running low. And I want my own.


Stella McCartney in Two Peony. Again, bought it for mum. But it too is running low and I want a new bottle.


Stella McCartney. I think this was the first bottle I ever got that wasn't a present. It is running dangerously low. I fucking love it. Stella M. can do no wrong when it comes to perfume. Love.


Chloe. Always forget how much I love it til I smell it again.


REALLY, SERIOUSLY WANT THIS. I have a 30mL bottle that is about 1/3 depleted. I am too scared to use it because the bottle is so little. Jo Malone Lotus Blossom and Water Lily is amazingly more-ish. I wish I could breathe it in constantly.


*Note. I also want the Twilight jibes to die. I get that it's really cool to bag on Twilight, and if it wasn't for my hardcore Robert Pattinson love affair, I would be too. But plz let it end. People bag it everywhere, all the time, and it's not funny anymore. Ever. At all. Also, it's not clever. It's too easy to poke fun at. So just stop. Thx.

retail therapy

So today I got an essay back (the one I wrote on Rihanna and Douche Bag) and I got 74%. Yes, I have been going on about it a bit. I just want a DISTINCTION dammit. So close! I'd rather have a 70. Kind of. Maybe. Anyways to get over this little disappointment (I'm sorry Rihanna, I didn't do your fierceness justice), I indulged in a little retail therapy. I guess it helped but I didn't really get to enjoy it due to my mad rush (need to pack for Wagga, read through my sociology of terror sources, dry and straighten hair, etc).

Well, except this purchase. I enjoyed this simply because I waited so fucking long for the money to enter my PayPal account. BECAUSE I had to wait so long, the purchase of my Tegan and Sara album pre-order that comes with their 3 new books, was especially sweet.


Also bought stupidly cheap undies (that's what my bum looks like in them too. I swearz. I liez. Add that to my want list.)


finally went and picked up my True Blood dvds. Can't even watch them though as I have all the above activities to panic through. No time to chillax.


$44.45 worth of magazines. Okay, this bundle made me feel good too. Yay. Don't judge me though, this is all for the 7 hour train ride on Sunday. I refrained from buying even one magazine ALL WEEK for this reason. It was so tough.


Lastly, I want more of this. I have a sneaking suspicion that I'm going to need more retail therapy in the near future and that doesn't work if I don't have any of THIS.


Fucking sigh. Oh well at least I have my T+S bundle to look forward to. I never get mail let alone packages!!!