Today I went into town. I feel kind of ill/lethargic so I thought I would indulge in some retail therapy to cheer myself up.
However, the first thing I needed to do was mail my dissertation to my dad. My degree is in Creative Writing and my dissertation was autobiographical. A lot of it is memories of my dad so it probably makes sense that I send it to him for some critique (trust me, he really will critique it). I was in the queue at the post office for aaagggeees! Behind me was a man who kept leaning forward so his face was level with mine, looking around and tutting loudly. In front of me was a large woman who kept craning her neck around to stare directly into my face (maybe I'm just paranoid). Three places behind me was a drunk Jamaican man who kept indulging anyone unfortunate enough to enter his eye line with conversation about how he had seen them on t.v. during the jubilee celebrations. When he spoke to one poor bloke he said "you my man, I saw you too my friend but you were on Crimewatch." I quite liked that one.
Next I went to New Look and brought some shoes for placement. I hate buying clothes for placement because they are so boring but it needs to be done. I love the women that work in there though, even more than I love Topshop girls! For my 'treat' I brought myself this shirt from Topman.
This is my first denim shirt. I'm a bit late to the party but happy with it none-the-less.
I was also relieved to find out that I can no longer comfortably fit into XS sized clothes. That's right, I have now reached the dizzying heights of S. I'm not sure if my years of eating like a fat person despite being so slim are slowly catching up with me or if my dedication to the gym is finally turning me into the ripped Adonis I imagine myself to be. I like to think the latter.