Updates (And Buying Too Much Clothing)

I have a problem.

It may appear, in the photo above, that I am clinging to this ripped, creepy half-man due to his tight physique and hat of leaves. No, friends! I wish it were so! I am instead steadying myself, balancing even, against the hefty weight of the clothing in my left hand. It has taken its toll on my wallet, and on my heart. I realised my love slash dangerous obsession is bordering on madness when I nearly bought a pair of the $450AUS boots I have ever witnessed at Selfridges, the upmarket department store in Oxford Street that puts DJ’s to shame.

Alas, they were a little out of my price range, and they are so pretty they make my heart ache. So, bear witness, Internets. I have some self control! Who knew?!

Spent the weekend catching up on sleep after a crazy week of work, but did manage to get out to Camden Town today, an area of London that reminds me of Prahran in Melbourne a heap. And what did I come home with? Hmmm? Another pair of boots. I am shameless. Shameless and pretty, and I have nice boots

Planning a trip to Iceland for the next couple of weeks, so I can finally knock out Jonsi from Sigur Ros so he will play music for me whenever I feel like it. Also, they apparently have nice soup, although I can find no source on the internet to verify this claim.