if we're brave enough, we won't save it up for later

this brucey did it

i've eaten a whole cake today. not a little cake either. a 6 serving, 132% of my saturated fat kind of cake. as if i can justify that, i haven't eaten much in the past two days and still feel pretty shit. also, i fancied some cake. so i did it and you know what? i DON'T regret it. but there's only so much happiness that layers upon layers of voluptuous sponge, flawless buttercream and decadent marbled cocoa swirls can bring you. the rest comes down to shopping.

i realise pay day is at the end of the week and i have less than £28 to see me through until then but i went to primark any because #terribletuesday so "what the fuck have you bought?"

might make this a permanent thing

some stuff i sorted of needed. other stuff, i definitely didn't at all in the slightest but here we are all the same. it's winter and so warm things couldn't wait any longer. i wore a fucking wool headband today because a) it was 0 degrees when i left the house under the veil of darkness and b) it covered 5 inches of my seventeenhead. i looked for another one but, alas, couldn't find anything suitable so i went in search of things that were probably more suitable. 

wasn't lying was i?

everyone tells me off for not wearing a proper jacket so what did i buy? THAT'S RIGHT A LIGHT JACKET WHICH WILL KEEP ME WARM IN NO WAY. it's that nice maroon/wine/burgundy shade which seemed to creep into fashion years ago and just never really left. maybe it's the new black? wine is the new black? wrong kind of message. it was £13 and i nabbed the last xs which still drowns me but maybe that's better than being airtight and sapping my body of all moisture. ew, moisture. 

I WILL HOLD YOUR HAND

what better thing to warm your hands than hand warmers. that's it really. boil them or microwave them or something then put them in your pocket/shoe/pants and crack the pad when you're frostbitten. they warm up like an *insert obvious sexual innuendo here* and you're set for a bit. they cost £1 each and that's fine by me. also i bought a new scarf because my current beauty/last year's primark beauty :( is the same colour as my jacket and if that's not reason enough for you to get a new one then you probably shouldn't be reading these words, truth be told. 

that's enough of that. "what the fuck is that song?"

orla gartland is this little ginger lady from ireland. i had a ticket to see her on her last tour but ended up not going because, back then, i was scared to go to gigs alone LOOK AT ME NOW MUM/WORLD. she's got this really weird and amazing voice which is as irish as it is silky and beautifully untrained. her first EP, roots, was a) an inoffensive happy medium of folk inspired pop and b) good. much like her peers (aplin, aquilina, mcgill etc) her lyrics are spectacularly well chosen, clever and emotive slithers of wisdom and experience. "lonely people", the title track of her new EP out next year, is filled with these incredible words but gartland's style has changed dramatically. gone are the subtle production values that plague irish folk, replaced with electric guitars and wavy snyths: it sounds a bit like a haim b-side if it was written and produced by chvrches. "i'm not sure i've got the heart for this. maybe that's the hardest part of it" is the best bit followed closely by "i think we're gunna regret these haircuts" SHAMAZING xo