Hello there, dedicated readers. I know there are at least two of you.

You may recognise parts of the following story, if you are one of the aforementioned dedicated readers. You may recognise it from this post, which was written some time ago, and contained the following photograph.

 I'm re-including the photograph for more than one reason:

1. I'd just like to remind you all that my friend Lauren is awesome
2. My hair looked good that night
3. The two moles visible on my face (plus some) are no longer with us. A story containing gory pictures, for another time (which, like usual, I will probably forget to write about).

Anyway, for those of you who aren't dedicated readers, and who couldn't be bothered going and reading the original post, here's a summary. I had this watch, it was sweet and I liked it lots. It was genuine "Armani". I know it was genuine because I bought it on eBay, ya know.

It was sometimes slightly problematic, because the face was uber stylish and it didn't have any numbers on it, and it may, on occasion, have caused me to turn up to things an hour earlier than was strictly necessary. Maybe that happened more than once.

On the night of the above photo, I was pretty toasted with my awesome friend Lauren, and I lost the watch. Somewhere between a very poor game of pool and making out with Lauren's friend Tim (who, for the record, is a bastard), I lost my pretty awesome watch.

I was kind of annoyed.

And now I am on a search. It's a serious search, but slightly hampered currently, because the Accounts Department (ie. Rob) have suggested that my company credit card be handed over to them for the time being. A-holes. 

I can dream though right...? Right? Anyone...?


- DKNY green

I don't know what's happened in the last two weeks, but suddenly I want everything. 

Every single pretty thing. 

I want it. NOW.






Sweet Jesus, if tax return time doesn't come soon, I think I will lose my shit.