you're sweet like chocolate, you bring me so much joy

is buying yourself flowers so bad?

tip of the day: if you don't like crowded spaces or lots of people, don't go to an enclosed shopping centre on a saturday. it was chaos but luckily i had my favourite little angel alongside me to ferry past the reams of OAPs and fat families with no sense of urgency. it's no secret that these past few days have been monumentally shit so what better to cheer me up than an impromptu shopping spree with the face of the rather splendid "lions, tigers and beauty", our very own alice thomas, a god(dess) amongst (wo)men. 

let's cut to chase "what the fuck have you bought?" and thus "what are you so happy about?" 

plenty. 

first off, we attacked paperchase which in itself was a bad idea because i was left penniless almost immediately. "what else could you possibly need from that god forsaken shop?" i hear you cry and the answer is very little but i somehow justified flirting with the cashier whilst buying a file case for work, stationary "essentials" and several more sheets of stickers. i promise to stop soon.

so much elegance

if my renegade rodents aren't chewing their way through the wires, then my headphones are magically breaking all by themselves: my go to is normally a pair of in-ear skullcandies. today, just before our spree, the right eat broke... as always. so i bought another pair with some swanky play/pause/answer calls (A POEM) button attached because they were half price. they're okay. oh and i bought jessie ware's new album as if i hadn't preached about it enough. but it's wonderfully minimalistic in the flesh and also makes me feel better for supporting good music. round of applause for great artists and loyal consumers.

what's my age again?

we tried to make a hasty escape through marks and spencer but fell upon their previously undiscovered stationary area and what a fucking area it turned out to be. this shit is better than paperchase (in terms of quality, not choice) which you can tell via the price tag on each jotter pad bringing tears to your eyes. having just proudly built, and hastily adorned, my own desk, i felt the crippling urge for a desk pad. this one is definitely for a tween but that didn't get in the way. it's got segments for facts of the day, funny anecdotes, a "to do" list, a wishlist for clothes, music and films along with plentiful doodle corners. it's wonderful so thanks a bunch M&S. 

3x better than most things

i got home, exhausted, and have attempted to piece together my purchases into an interesting and readable fashion. running low on energy and motivation, the gods smiled upon me and encouraged my family to buy me a pack of three muthafuckin' kinder eggs. if you know me, you know that these cheap children's chocolate treats are the way to my heart and poorly fitted pants. i've already demolished one (which came with a genuinely impressive air-ball) and it's given me the strength to finish this piece so you can thank the calories today. 

HERE'S A SONG WHY DON'T YOU LISTEN TO IT "what the fuck is that song?"

fall out boy always have been and always will be one of my favourites. they've been up and down but always produced some cracking music. "centuries" is no different - it's poppy, it's punchy, it's angry, it's memorable, it's dark, it's accessible and it's everything in between. it's even got some warped david and goliath-esque video which premiered yesterday (was it yesterday? is anyone keeping track of 2014 anymore?) i loathe the word "epic" but i can't find anything else which fits so nicely xo