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When a meeting slated for 3 pm gets moved to 1pm = me scrambling to shower, put on a face, pick something decent to wear.
which reminds me I need to drop stuff off at my tailor (I use twitter as my Reminders thing. ha). i& #39;ve recently bought two great dresses and can& #39;t wear them because one is about a foot too long and the other makes me look frumpy (needs some serious taking in around the boobs).
the - of losing 11 kg since last year is that my boobs were the first thing to go. as every single one of my male friends tells me (except George because he& #39;s my little brother and we& #39;re not into incest, thx).
the + side: I can now fit into a lot of off the rack clothes here.
the + side: I can now fit into a lot of off the rack clothes here.
I still get the "ah madame you too fat" when I pick out a dress off the rack. on principle I try it on and i& #39;m usually swimming in it or it fits like a glove. and sometimes I don& #39;t buy it (again, on principle) because bitch, you just fat shamed me.
oh yes, I hold grudges.
oh yes, I hold grudges.
but anyway. I need to shower because my damn hair takes forever to dry.
Music to blare when you’re in a good mood and trying to paint a face on.
Believe it or not that is Serge Motherfucking Gainsbourg, the most gorgeous man in the business. Don’t @ me cos if you don’t know who he is and google him you’ll be all, That ugly fuck?
Believe it or not that is Serge Motherfucking Gainsbourg, the most gorgeous man in the business. Don’t @ me cos if you don’t know who he is and google him you’ll be all, That ugly fuck?
That ugly fuck managed to land Brigitte Bardot (while she was still married) and Jane Birkin, and there are rumours that he may have been bi, so don’t @ me with any crap. The man was brilliant and gorgeous, and fucking naughty as hell.
