1. Detox. I mean genuinely abstaining from alcohol permanently and for several very good reason s, including the following:
A text from myself to several friends at 1.45am this saturday after one Jack Daniels, four glasses of wine, a martini and a mojito -
"I'm so angry! I'm actually going to rip his head off and feed it to my dog!"
Followed by this text at 1.47am -
"I'm now outside crying because I just remembered I no longer have a dog".
2. I've decided I'm going to cut all contact with people who have a negative influence on me or are just not particularly the type of people I want to hang around.
3. Am considering stopping my driving lessons and buying a dutch city bike (one of the adorable little ones where you sit upright and have a little basket to carry around your lapdog/french baguette/boombox).
Come to think of it the last time I tried to ride a bike in Paris didn't go particularly well either (I gracefully toppled off into a nettle bush and had an epic allergic reaction) but at least it provides the opportunity to purchase streamers and a bell.
4. Post-massive-evaluation-of-my-life I think I'm probably going to have to make a few very important decisions that my parents probably wont approve of, like moving to london by myself but the point i'm trying to make is that I probably shouldn't be so dependant on my dad's approval as I suspect I am.
As far as the usual subject matter goes I have nothing to report as I've been in exeter all weekend. However I will say that Christian Dior spring-summer 1998 was an assualt on the eyes and this weekend i managed to buy four dresses, a top, a high waisted skirt and ballet flats. If we view my ongoing relationship with my overdraft as one of love-hate, this is pretty much like angry break-up sex with my bank account. Oh also I want to buy the playsuit below.
Tomorrow I might even write a post that makes sense, is topical and is actually of interest.
