" he turns to me, says 'i've got to tell you how i feel - if god could make the perfect girl for me it would be you' "

on wednesday i'm guessing i fell asleep around two am, thursday around one thirty following an eventful trip to brixton academy with alex to see lostprophets and last night around three o clock - i was definitely surprised to find myself up and in the shower at eight o clock on the first morning of my holiday. in a way i am proud of this feat; i am convinced, however, that i must have trudged in an oh-so-attractive caveman style necessary to move me from the warmth of my nest to the shower next door.

as much as i love new york i don't think i will ever be able to get london out of my system, today was spent around the general vicinity of regents street and oxford circus. tomorow -the joy of valentines day- will be spent with emily around spitalfield and exchanging a gorgeous dress i got today for a smaller size.

forgive my sceptic attitude regarding valentines day, but i've never been a real advocate of the day. why is it, that on the fourteenth of february, people feel the urgent need to prove how they feel about one another? why this day, opposed to any other? surely the emphasis should be put into making the effort of showing your other half that you care about them the phenomenal amount you do on every single day of the year? i'm not suggesting countless red roses every day of the week - let's face it. it's a waste of money and they die.


fact # 75
cupid is blind.
replace his arrow with a massive gun and suddenly he's not so cute anymore.