Imitation is the sincerest form of battery.

So this blogger is sick.

We're talking full blown quarentine flying pig flu.

This a problem not only because i have missed two days of work now and will probably be roasted alive when i'm well enough to go back but also because i've been cut off from the outside world, which means i've not had much to blog about.

However lucky me managed to have a pretty fantastic weekend before catching the dreaded lurgy and becoming a shell of her former fabulous self.

My saturday was the best i've had in such a long time. Had a girl's night in with Miss V and the best one of the best ones, my wifey. We educated her in 80's cinematic masterpieces such as Pretty in Pink and Sixteen Candles, ordered lush chinese and drank enough cider to fuel a soho bar on a busy weekend.

Then came 1am. That time of night where you're at a crossroads. You can go to bed knowing you had a good night, noone got hurt, you didn't make too much of a fool of yourself and you had a zero percent chance of getting arrested, OR you can take the other road.

If you know me, you'll be fully aware of which road we took.
It's the one that ended with these photos.

Yep. We entered a whole new era of class. One involving drinking champagne in a park at 2am in our pjs. Not bad for girls ages 19, 21 and 25. At least it wasn't Lambrini.

I really do love my girls.

This weekend me and Balboa have resolved to have a messy one. Britney meltdown messy.

This is what i'm looking forward to.

Here's a shock.

I still love 3oh!3 an exuberant amout and this song has been my most spinned lately making me dance around my sick bed.

and this song here i was introduced to by Beatso. Win.

Pee ess.

Blog title.

you might have my wardrobe but you don't have my style.

xoxo

I wanna love like Johnny and June.

"Oh there's something 'bout a man in black, Makes me want to buy a cadillac, Throw the top back, And roll down to Jackson town."

You know there's really something there when the person you're with can drive you stir crazy up the wall and you still get tummy bumps at the thought of them.
Love can be incredible and horrendous simultaneously.

The weekend we said Happy Twenty Faux birthday to Vic, partied like tramps and checked out the new Klub ( i decided drinking straight gin with a slice of lime was a good choice).
This weekend made me realise just how much i love drunken heart to hearts, even if you talk utter nonsense for the entire time you feel at the time you are saying some profound shit. I had several of these lately, and it seems i'm becoming the "go-to" girl for people's problems,, i always thought i was pretty crappy at advice but turns out i can be quite sound about it.
Saturday was a buh-bye to E's party flat and i don't really remember much about it, tears and tantrums was about all i can pick out from it all. I shouldn't drink Vodka it clearly makes me crazy.

The week has been a busy one too, checked out To Our Glorious Dead FINALLY and represented family, hit the pub hard with both RB and Boyhalf on different days and hung with the quadruple threat last night dancing to OMD, lusting after Andrew McCarthy and laughing so hard at Gonnella i thought i would die.
(pee ess props to Gonnella to introducing me to amaretto and coke. Winner at life.)

Some people think i've abandoned my pals, i think i've found the real ones.

xoxo

Things I Love Friday!

Wow, this week passed super quick huh? GOOD TIMES.
Payday came and went yesterday in a flurry of me flashing my cash so i'm pretty sure i'll be skint in a week. I really must learn to budget.
Tonight is my little brother's sixth birthday which means cake, bouncy castles and star wars. After that i have Vic's twenty-faux birthday (she's turning 25, but we'll pretend she's forever young) so that'll include drunk, drunk and a little thing i like to call DRUNK.
Winner.
(Plus..white boy hip-hop band mentioned in last week's things i love Friday, 30h!3, are on Radio One right now. That is fucking RANDOM)

Wasabi Peanut Crackers.
I have not felt love like this. Seriously. Oh man. So for months now i've been doing this Graze thing. They like send you a lunch of fruit and natural goodness in a cute little box and it's full of yummy goodness to keep me chipper through the day, in one of my first boxes i got these Wasabi peanuts, and i was a little dubious until i tried them, straight after, i was hooked. They're like crack to me. It's 10:11am and my fire nuts for today are already gone. Oops. Word of advice though, don't rub your nose after, bad idea.

Chuck Bass.
Ok so this is in no way a new thing. My Charles Bartholomew Bass obsession has pretty much been a long standing love affair. What is it about me and getting all doe-eyed over posh boys? Chuck Bass, if you actually look at the facts is actually a total Mother Chucker. Sleeps around, tries to force himself on Little J and Serena and messes B around, yet everytime he spouts his trademark "I'm Chuck Bass" line i feel a little girlish swoon take over. He's like the kind of guy that would take a call while you're at it and complain about your technique to whoever was on the line (not my technique mind). I swear i have issues. Oh and the actor Ed Westwick, his real accent seriously makes my knees like jelly everytime. Hi, hot english boy? Where have you been all my life?

Lady Sovereign's Comeback.
Someone else i've loved for a long time is back after her breakdown and girlfriend got her hairs did. She just released her new single 'So Human' which features a sample of The Cure's 'Close To Me', which proves she's got taste. What i'm loving though is this other song with a warrior's tribute in the video for 'I Got You Dancing'. Even though she is fully sporting the Jennifer Grey look in parts of this video her new hairstyle is lovely and my girl crush on the S.O.V has been restored. World Rejoices.




xoxo