it's even louder in the silence and it's always the same...

I've spent a lot of time alone lately. A) My friends are all working some wierd-ass shifts, B) Big R goes spear-fishing A LOT and C) It's too freakin' cold and I can hardly be arsed getting out the front door without my hot water bottle in tow. Oh yes, it accompanies me in the car, to the letterbox, watching the telly....ahhh, just like a little old lady, I am.

So, if I DO manage to get my s#%t together, quit complaining about the temperature, dress without looking like a homeless Santa-and NOT in a fashionable-derelicte way but like an ACTUAL HOMELESS SANTA, draped in EVERY item owned, then I consider it a WIN and bother to snap-snappitty-snap the outcome. The upside of being left to my own devices so often?

*I can look like an ABSOLUTE munter-borderline-psycho at the supermarket and not have it reflect on anyone but myself.

*I can buy all the naughty, naughty foods at said supermarket without comment from said 'anyone'..ahem, Big R

*And here's the BEST part....not HAVE to SHARE said naughty, naughty foods with anyone....ahem, Big R. (For someone who whinges a lot about me eating junk food, he ensures he gets his fair share of the booty every time....ewwww, not THAT booty, as in pirates!

Downside?

*I can look like an absolute munter-borderline-psycho more often than not. This is dangerous territory.

*I can buy all the naughty, naughty foods. Bad for bank balances and bum bums.

*I have nobody to coffee 'n' cackle, shop 'n' gossip or kiss 'n' cuddle.....boooo.

Besides, having complete control over the TV is totally overrated. Half the fun is arguing about it and the other half is performing your victory dance when you win.

P.S cold morning=numb+trembling fingers=hardtodoupbuttonsonshirt....grrrrr.

I'm a little happy my hair is growing. Little by little. A little less Oscar the Grouch. A little mullet-ty. Still not long enough to keep the chill of the back of my neck-brrrrrrr and grrrrrrr.

I just want life to go back to normal. You never realise how nice 'normal life' is until it goes a little abnormal. Sometimes it's nice when it's always the same.

wearing: thrifted ruffle blouse and faux leopard coat, hooded scarf x the warehouse, cable knit shorts x stolen girfriends club via amelies boutique, rope belt x karen walker, crochet bag x trade me, 'zoe' harness boots x sam edelman via solestruck.

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