
So, tell me, what do I do about this?
I also thought it was worth noting that at the end of the concert the moon exploded to a gigantic size and was the colour of Mars. Despite the intensive Red wine consumption that day i used my highly scientific and logical mind and attributed this to three possible reasons:
Yeah believe it it. Anywho I went with reason three.
My Chloe bag is no more. Don't Cry for me Argentina it was my own fault. I didn't pay it off in time and David Jones cancelled the lay by. You will be pleased to know however that the hefty some i had already smacked down was refunded to me in its entirety because i lied through my teeth and said i recieved no notice of the impending cancellation. I don't ordinarily encourage such Pinoccio styling but this was a lot of mollah.
I was so depressed that i wondered around aimlessly for a minute... then dropped the earnings in one fowl swoop at the corner shop. Yeehaaaa i lassooed some Lover Pants, a Therese Rawsthorne shirt and some delightgful but obsecenely tight lilac coloured Cheap Mondays.
Moi, a label whore? No way Jose!
Ps... Could David Jones use this as evidence against me for their label?
This one is called the Hollywood. Sexified no? The colours are all so vibrant which mixed with tan and a healthy Euro slick of coconut oil you're bound to be the one to watch on the beach. The pieces are all Italian lycra and handmade to order. This makes me feel special. Right?
Do yourself a favour... http://wearehandsome.com/One more word...Meow!