Last weekend I attended what I keep on referring to as “white lights festival” or some variation thereof, but I think was actually called simply “White Night”.
Monthly Archives: February 2014
It’s three drinks too late to talk to anyone but myself.
Recently I have been vaguely attempting to actually work on personal cosplay projects again (after realising that we’re nearly a quarter into 2014 already and all I’ve really done between paid jobs is wallow in self-pity).
Life is hard.
To be honest I’m not really cut out for this whole “being an adult” thing.
True story: I’ve gotten up every day with the intention of cutting my fingernails for the past month-and-a-half. They’re impractically long, chipped, cracked, dented, and any day now one is going to break right back at the skin line and it’s going to hurt like a fuck.
But I just can’t bring myself to care.
It doesn’t matter to them who we are.
Important Valentine’s Day announcement!
The mystery of the silly padlocked footbridge has been solved!
What’s that? You have no idea what I’m talking about?
Why should I care about this? I’m not concerned with the things I miss.
Do you enjoy jewellery and body modification?
Have a bunch of hanging style earrings you love but can’t actually wear because they’re way too small a gauge to fit through the big stupid holes in your lobes?
Bitch, do I have answers for you!