Toasting with the fashion fairies...

There was so much traffic, I didn't realise it was the inaugural match at Wembley. I had make up all over the place, I'm not one to care most times, but if i looked as shitty as i felt, then there was no way i was going to disgrace zara at fashionville.

Okay then, Nottinghill here i am, with my one nation beige blazer and D$Gesque patent strapped heels..they really are magic shoes. i remember trying them on at selfridges, Zara said....oh no....but the next day i was back there...Prisca said oh yeeeaaahhh...so i got em. Okay i know i digressed a bit, salut Cherie (hi darling) mua/mua... walking into my dream closet - Matches boutique in nottinghill, well not entirely, actually Karl lagerfeld's showroom is my ideal closet....am sorry...again...

yeah i was saying kissed Zara salut et oh my, louboutin's which i now call lou lou's, the dolce and gabbana lbd I would so love to wear to my birthday party. OK now where my glass of champagne.....i asked around, as i joined the party, drinking, chatting away, i was quite comfortable, you know being very used to classic snobbery, both as a giver and a receiver, but no they wouldn't leave me to it. We partied the night away...after i had a thai chicken curry and a martini lemonade...while Zara was engrossed in conversation with the o***** man...lol

i've stayed over at zara's a fair bit already, and there's never anything for me to eat...neverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I need fuel as i had a lot to do today, like travel back home, get something decent to eat, sleep, feel guilty about not going to church and of course completely dishonour plans i had to meet a certain somebody...
gotta go back for my lou lou's though...................................

I got me a SHRINK

I was thinking, perhaps getting a job would be a fab idea, naaahhh, or maybe, hmmmm not sure i want one, actually can't be bothered with the stress of getting one. Probably won't get so much free n fun time in the future, so best enjoy it now, what's the next big thing, the next party the next hot spot, those are my priorities these days. My shrink doesn't think so though.

MY SHRINK = so called friend studying psychology who fancies herself as an agony aunt/psychologist/psychiatrist, but actually needs one herself.

I've been relaxing with my year off, just whiling out, but i never realised that actually, there is a deep rooted psychological issue behind all this. Perhaps i am in a bubble, a real big one. One that was shielding me from seeing people for exactly what or who they are.....i guess that means the bubble is burst. Well, what do i know, the professional has diagnosed me already. errrrrmmmm......THERE IS A PROBLEM IN MY LIFE AND I NEED TO SORT THINGS OUT.

Recovery starts here...........

f********* that........... common now, i am highly pained, and i need y'all to tell me, is there anything wrong in whiling out, taking time out, enjoying things i wouldn't otherwise have time for, do i deserve to be hated because i don't have a job, am i lazy if after a first degree and 2yrs of work experience i just wanna chill.......huh?????????????????????????????????????????
i know u might not understand my rant or the reason for it, i am just pissed off...really pissed off.. hurt...and pissed off....that's all...