Fist

I have typed the word 'fist' so much in the last few hours, and now the word just looks plain weird. It doesn't even look like it is spelt correctly anymore.

I am so excited for the 20th November because New Moon (my favourite book out of the Twilight saga) is finally going to be released! ...and to add to the hype...midnight screening...at my local Cinema!!! Got my ticket in advance with a couple of my home girls today (one of whom didn't even know what the movie was?! WTF! Where have you been women). I. Cannot. Wait. One minute past midnight on the 20th November. You really do not want to be anywhere else on this night :-D. This is about the most exciting thing I have to look forward to at the moment. Sigh. I just want to add I hate my work uniform. I hate that I have to wear it (more or less) 5 out of the 7 days in the week. I hate that this is what I wear 20 out of the 30 odd days in a month. I hate that we only get a new uniform every three/four months. I hate that this uniform has numbed my brain from knowing what else to wear outside of work. I hate that I cannot do much with a blah-tee and "dark denim". I hate that I am still constantly accumulating masses of clothes, without much opportunity to wear the new goods. I hate that these newbies to my makeshift wardrobe (carry bags, chair, floor) never get to see the light of day because, in all honesty, I end up forgetting about them. I hate that this is all the result of my work uniform. What a vicious circle.

I wish I could wear a skirt to work. Below: Marc Jacobs tee, Nike x Mark Ward varsity jacket, AA hoody, Hennes skirt, Vintage "coming to America" belt & my beloved Air Max 1s.